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Chapter 12

WREN

Nate rubbed his hand down my side, over my flat stomach and down between my thighs. I sighed happily; that’s where I wanted—no,neededhim to touch me. His fingers dipped further down, brushing over my clit. I sucked in a breath, curling into his hand.

Yes.

He stroked me slowly, and I groaned, trying to move against him faster. I needed more. So much more. I needed him inside me.

“More,” I moaned, gripping his wrist as he finger-fucked me in the forest. I’d never been to this forest, but man, Nate looked so wild here. He looked powerful, and as he moved my body, spreading my thighs wider so he could go deeper, I knew that I wouldn’t ever be the same after he fucked me. It didn’t matter that there was a stick jabbing me in the ribs, or that I couldn’t quite press my breasts to his chest for some reason, just as long as he kept touching me.

I ached so much. I was going to die if he didn’t get inside me soon.

“Wren,” he breathed softly.

“Nate,” I moaned back. “Please.”

I moved my body faster, getting so close. I needed it harder, faster.

“Wren, wake up.”

Oh, I was more than awake. My body had never felt so alive. I felt like every square inch of my skin was electric. I could feel the pleasure shooting through my veins, making my heart beat fast.

“Wake up,mo stóirín.You’re… dreaming.”

I frowned. No, that wasn’t right. I looked up at Nate, as his hands ran over my hips and flat stomach.

That wasn’t right either. My stomach wasn’t flat anymore. The babies were already stretching it to the max. I wanted to ignore it. My body was on fire, and the need to come was almost painful.

But it was too late. I was drifting back to wakefulness, and horror quickly replaced lust as I became aware of my position. At some point, Nate had reclined his seat flat too, essentially turning our two seats into one big bed. I was pressed tight against his denim-clad thigh, one leg flung over his, and I was rubbing my…Oh god.

His hand was tight on my hip, and I could feel the hard press of his dick against the rounded curve of my stomach.

I’d been humping his thigh, like some horny toy poodle.

Fuck my life.

I was so fucking wet, and I could feel my silk pajamas were soaked. No matter how horrified I was, I was still so fucking aroused. All it would take was a few more strokes and I could have some relief.

Instead, I was frozen. I’d just violated Nate.

“Wren…” he choked out. “Are you okay?”

“Yep. Yeah. Totally fine,” I whispered.

The whole plane was dark, but I could feel the soft puffs of his breath on my face. “Do you need something?” he murmuredback, and his thigh moved. The friction sent an electric, but taboo thrill through my body.

I bit back the moan that was bubbling up my throat. I needed something, all right. I neededhim. But I couldn’t tell him that. I didn’t want to make things weird with the last person who gave a shit if I lived or died.

He moved a little closer. “Tell me what you want,mo stóirín.I will give you whatever it is you need.”

Fuck.Was he suggesting what I thought he was suggesting? Or was my horny-ass brain still caught up in the dirty dream?

I considered asking him for a drink of water, sending him away until I could get myself under control, but in this blanket of darkness, thousands of feet in the air, I felt brave. Or stupid. Definitely one of the two.

“I… I need to come.”

The groan that rumbled from his chest was a primal sound that somehow made my clit throb. “Tell me you want me to help you, Wren. Tell me you want me to touch you until your tight little cunt squeezes around my fingers.”

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