The morning would come and wake me from the fairytale of Morina’s little world.
We’d be back to reality very soon.
19
Morina
Isnuggled into his chest even as I heard a little voice squealing from the kitchen area.
Chest?
Snuggled?
I snapped one eye open and realized I was tangled up on the couch with Bastian.
His strong tattooed arms held my waist like a vise, and his scruff nestled into my neck.
Goosebumps flew across my skin as he exhaled right on a sensitive spot near my collar bone.
My God, the man smelled good even in the morning and he felt even better with all his muscles up against mine.
He must have covered us up because thankfully, the warmth of a blanket was draped all the way up to my shoulders. It hid what was happening underneath which was a win, considering Ivy might have seen my thigh wrapped right around Bastian’s midsection. The way his hand was gripping it right near my ass was a little too X-rated for a four-year-old.
In the kitchen, Ivy squealed at Cade, who seemed to be putting together breakfast as I tried to quietly extricate myself from Bastian.
How could I have fallen asleep on him and then climbed him like that in the middle of the night?
And I’d lost my mind completely, trying to get myself off.
Except, God, I’d needed it.
In my defense, the files probably pushed my subconscious to its limits. It needed an outlet. I hadn’t surfed or hooked up with Bradley or done anything to relieve stress in days.
So, I’d done this instead. He could have indulged too. I wouldn’t have minded.
My thigh brushed up against Bastian’s length and I found myself biting my lip. I hadn’t forgotten how that felt inside me.
I whimpered a little at the thought of him licking his fingers clean last night and knowing I’d have to be around him for six months without any relief.
Bastian’s hand squeezed my thigh, and his eyes snapped open. All honey and molasses and caramel colored goodness.
“Whimpering when your body is against me, Morina, is asking for me to give you something to whimper about.”
Jesus.His voice. “Oh, my God. This is unfair,” I whispered and poked him in the chest.
“What?”
“I shouldn’t ever have to wake up to a man when I’m not getting all of him. And why does the man have to be you with your voice dripping in sex first thing in the morning?”
A rumble that must have been a laugh came from him.
I licked my lips, even more frustrated that his laugh sounded as good as it did. I shifted, ready to push off him and get up, but his hand squeezed my thigh again, signaling for me not to move.
I stared at him and then my eyes bounced between the kitchen and him. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to sift through the part of my brain that is screaming that I need to take you to my room for a second alone with my fiancé.”
“Oh my God. What happened to me trusting you or the fact that not too long ago you told my grandma I was a little girl that no one would want?” We needed to de-escalate in any way we could.