SEVEN
When I woke up,the pain was gone entirely. My cheek pressed against a muscular bare chest, and a large, relaxed hand rested on my bare lower back, just before the curve of my ass. There was a flimsy hospital gown separating my nipples from his, but I could feel that it had fallen open and revealed my entire backside.
Dax’s chest rose and fell steadily beneath me, and I left my eyes closed, giving myself a few minutes to just lay there and enjoy the quiet peace.
Eventually, Dax moved a bit. His breathing hitched, and I peeked up at him through squinted eyes. His face was still slack, his body utterly relaxed.
Just moving in his sleep, I guess.
I grabbed my glasses off the side table with my sort-of-free hand, and slipped them onto my face.
He moved a little more, and my thigh slid a little—and then froze.
Shit.
Holy erection, Batman.
I’d done the sex thing, but I’d never done the morning-after thing. Not the snuggling, or the sleeping in the same bed, or even the morning sex.
I’d only ever slept with douches, honestly.
But Dax was snuggling with me, in a hospital bed of all places, with a serious case of morning wood.
Serious, serious.
How big was his dick?
I mean, I’d read a billion books about dudes with big dicks. They were compared to all kinds of grotesque things, like soda cans. Dax definitely wasn’t a soda can—no fucking thank you, my vagina did not want that—but he sure as hell wasn’t small.
He throbbed beneath me, and I bit back a squeak.
A quiet, low groan escaped him, and his hand slid over my ass. His palms weren’t small, at all, and cupped my entire damn cheek without a problem.
Another squeak threatened to escape me when his other arm came over and slid around the back of my waist, dragging me further on top of him.
A sharp inhale escaped me as his barely-contained erection slid between my thighs.
Shit.
Holy freaking shit.
He was so damned big.
And with my pain having vanished overnight, there was nothing stopping me from wanting him.
Badly.
My lower belly clenched, my breathing picking up as Dax started snoring lightly.
He was asleep.
Completely asleep.
While his erection was pressed lightly up against my core.
I fought like hell to stop myself from rocking against him, from using him. He was asleep; I wasn’t a freaking pervert.
But one of his hands was still on my ass, and damn, I wanted him.