I glanced over at the tall, blond man still sleeping. Well, maybe not truly alone.
Shaking the thought from my head, I crept towards the bedroom. I didn’t want to risk shutting the door behind me in case it creaked and woke him. It was awkward climbing onto the bed with my hands tied, but the moment my head hit the pillow and my body was cradled by the softness of the mattress, I sank into total relaxation. My eyelids were heavy, and my aching muscles eased. Maybe I should have been more fearful of what Leo would do when he woke to discover I was no longer on the floor, but I was too tired to care.
Chapter Thirteen
Leo
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IDIDN’T KNOW HOW LONGI’d been asleep, but I woke with a start, my heart thudding. It was dark outside the picture window now, and the fire had burned down in the grate.
I sat up. Where was Kaja? She wasn’t in the room with me.
Fuck.
I quickly felt in my pocket and closed my fingers around the key. She hadn’t taken it and let herself out, so she must still be somewhere in the cabin. I’d already made sure all the windows were locked, and I’d have heard if she’d tried to break one.
Unless she stole the key, opened the door, and put the key back in my pocket...
It was a possibility, though I doubted she’d have risked it. If she’d managed to get the door open, she’d have run. She wouldn’t have risked trying to replace the key again.
I stood, ignoring my aching muscles. The night in the forest and the drama that had followed had left me stiff, but I’d soon loosen up again. I already felt better from the sleep.
One of the bedroom doors was open, and I spotted a lump curled up on top of the sheets on the bed.
Kaja. My little Raven.
I stepped into the room and stood over her.
Perhaps sensing I’d entered, she moaned in her sleep and shifted onto her side so one long, slender leg was over the other, creating an inverted V shape. Her dark hair was messy on the pillow, and the strap of her cami had fallen down her arm so the top gaped.
Moving as slowly and quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb her, I kicked off my shoes and slid onto the bed behind her. Leaning over her shoulder, I was able to get a view down the front of her cami to the curve of her breast and the darker shade of her areola.
My cock hardened again, and a spurt of anger at myself went through me. I shouldn’t react to her like this, not when Jodie was barely in the ground. But desire was stronger than anger, and I found myself wanting more.
I reached out and pulled the strap down farther, peeling the silky material away from her skin. The cooler air hit her nipple, and it crinkled in response. Fuck, how much did I want to cover that nipple with my mouth, to draw it against my tongue and suck hard. Would she wake if I did that? What would her reaction be? Would she scream and shove me away, or would she moan and arch her back to press up on me even more?