Page 176 of Duty and Desire
NO SHIT
Lottie
The massive spasm of his big body woke me and nearly sent me flying off his bed.
And then I wasn’t teetering off the edge.
I was in Mo’s arms, those arms so tight around me, I worried he’d snap my ribs.
And I couldn’t breathe.
Just awake after coming out of a deep sleep, which came after a great fuck, unable to breathe, feeling the strength of him for the first time in a way that frightened me, it took me a second to figure out what the fuck was going on.
But I heard Mo’s breathing, felt his skin was hot and clammy, and I figured it out.
“Okay,” I pushed out. “It’s okay. It’s okay, baby. I’m right here. Right here. You’re home. In bed. With me.”
His arms got tighter.
Was he even awake?
I couldn’t tell in the dark in his bedroom.
I forced my hands under his arms, shoved them up his chest and grasped either side of his neck.
“Mo, honey,” I called.
He rolled into me, giving me all his weight.
All of it.
And his arms hadn’t loosened.
God, he was going to suffocate me.
“Mo, baby.” I squeezed out the words as I squeezed his neck. “Wake up.”
“Awake,” he grunted, putting his weight into his arms at my back, taking some of it from me, at the same time relaxing his hold.
I sucked in a big breath.
“Shit,” he whispered. “Fuck,” he said.
Then he let me go and rolled to his back.
Instantly, I rolled into him, climbing him, my chest to his, the rest of my body falling off his side.
“Dream?” I asked quietly.
“Christ,” he replied.
I gave it time, carefully moving my hand to hold his neck and stroking his throat with my thumb.
When his breath came easier and some of the tension went out of his body, I tried again.
“Was it a dream, honey?”
“Yeah,” he said to the ceiling.
