Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 48685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
My head is pounding with a headache, and just like that, the entire events of the night before come rushing back to me. I groan as I suddenly remember that Marky’s dad showed up and put out the fire and then put me to bed. In my bra and panties!
I open my eyes widely. Matt Harrison saved my life last night. It’s both an embarrassing and exciting thought.
Why am I so warm? I roll around in an attempt to move some of the covers off me, and wince slightly as the slight discomfort in my pussy. What happened? I’m a little sore down there, but decide to ignore it. Then, I try to get myself out of bed again but I’m… stuck. I try to sit up, but to no avail. I finally turn my head to one side and have to immediately stifle my cry of surprise.
What the hell is Matt Harrison doing in my bed?
Not just in my bed, no. The brawny, handsome man is practically on top of me, his heavy body pressed into mine. Beneath the sheets, I can feel our legs completely entangled into one another’s, and I actually like how it feels.
I let my gaze shift from Matt’s sleeping face to his strong arms. Oh my god, he’s shirtless, I nearly squeal out loud. One of his broad, tan arms is wrapped around me, and his hand is resting gently on my left boob. My entire body is curled into his, and I feel a thrill of delight at the situation.
No wonder I’m so warm.
I squirm around a little, in an attempt to break myself free of Matt’s strong embrace, but that only seems to make him hold on tighter. I quickly feel myself being pulled even closer against his broad chest, and for a second, I’m too caught up in the thrill of the moment to care about why he’s in my bed in the first place.
As if in response to my own torrid thoughts, Matt’s hand – the one cupping my boob – seems to stroke my nipple ever so slightly. I can’t help it but arch into his warm body, tantalized by the sensation.
No, no, stop Cora! I chastise myself. Determined to stop thinking of my almost father-in-law in such a sexual way, I attempt to untangle myself from our human knot.
Again, I try to pull myself away from Matt, but he seems to resist just like before. Only this time he pulls my whole body closer, and my ass presses tightly against his manhood. His cock feels oddly firm for a sleeping man and I blush at my own observation. His errant hand again finds my taut nipple and strokes it through my flimsy bra.
I can’t help myself and I lean into the caress, my backside pressing firmly against Matt’s hard body, while his hand squeezes my breast. I hear him moan a little, and I am suddenly embarrassed by my own provocativeness.
Obviously, he’s having a naughty dream about someone, so that’s why he’s doing this. After all, he’s asleep.
As if in response to my thought, Matt buries his face in my hair and lets out a contented sigh.
Determined to put some distance between myself and the attractive man, I slowly try to wriggle free of his tight hold, but it’s not an easy battle.
For every one of my attempts to create space between me and the slumbering Adonis, his body seems to have other plans.
Gingerly, I lift his hand from my full breast, but just as quickly the offending limb moves to my stomach, Matt’s fingers resting dangerously close to my womanhood.
I try to untangle a leg so as to slip out that way, but then Matt’s newly released leg splays across my hips, pinning me neatly to the bed.
Next, I try to free his face from my mess of hair, but just as soon as I’ve scooped my mane into a neat pile away from Matt, he nestles in until his now-free face can rest against the nape of my bare neck.
After a few moments, I give up, held down by the powerful sleeping man.
I let my mind wander for a few moments, tired from my battle to escape the bed.
What is Matt even doing here? I ask myself again. Why didn’t he sleep elsewhere? There are plenty of bedrooms in the cabin.
Well I guess it’s a good thing he showed up when he did, I shudder a little, despite the heat emanating off the sexy man beside me. I have no idea how I’m going to tell my parents about the fire, much less how in the world I’m going to thank Matt for literally saving my life.
The fire, oh god. I’m terrified to see what damage there may be, and I decide to avoid that reality check for just another moment.