Page 24 of Naked

An imaginary pack of theoretical wolves

Tilley

Iwas hot. Very, very hot. As I swam up to consciousness I became slowly aware of the reason why: I was wearing a heavy human blanket.

To be clear, the blanket was Hunter and he was wrapped around me like a taco. He had his front molded to my back, his knees tucked behind mine, his forehead pressed against the back of my head and his lips brushing my shoulder. The cherry on top was his arm. It wove under my arm, across my chest, and was tucked under my other arm.

In short, I was his.

It was a possessive position and later I’d have to analyze precisely why I liked that so much. For now I focused my attention on memorizing every delicious detail.

The nonexistent space between my back and his front hummed with electricity. It was warm and tingly. Distinctly different from my front. I liked it. His breath was heavy and even, which I took to mean he was in a deep contented slumber. I took credit for that. It also, somehow, mademefeel content that I had the power to make him happy simply by existing.

And finally there was the arm. There were many things to memorize and even more to ponder. The easiest and most obvious was the possessiveness of it. I was trapped. Unable to move without disturbing him and alerting him to my movements. (Not that I wanted to move. Ever.) My best unresearched guess as to why I enjoyed this possession was that it was a survival instinct. A big, strong man was at my side, ready to fight off an imaginary pack of theoretical wolves. His body was quite literally between me and danger.

It was sexy. And I was as much a prisoner of my pheromones and base human instincts as the next woman.

Possessiveness aside, the arm was also intimate. It ensured complete body contact. Skin on skin. It necessitated touching, assured companionship, and made both tasting and smelling convenient.

For the record, smelling was going to become an issue if I didn’t move, and yet I found I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I didn’t care that I was hot. I didn’t care that sweat formed on my brow. I didn’t care that I was wide awake. Hunter, at some point in the night, wanted to touch me so much he wrapped his whole body around me.

I was never moving again.

Not ever.

“Go back to sleep,” he mumbled against my skin.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m sweating and I’m pretty sure it’s afternoon in England.”

I felt his smile. “I like you hot.” He pulled me closer somehow. “This is so comfortable.”

“I’m relatively certain we can return to this exact position after I lower the air conditioning setting.”

“Wouldn’t want to chance it.” He held me tight, burrowed his nose in my neck and bit lightly.

I arched backward, rubbing my greedy ass on his greedy erection. Seriously. It was greedy. Unnecessary. We’d each had two amazing orgasms just hours ago. There was no need for more.

And yet…

And yet my body told my brain to shut up. It wanted more of Hunter’s sweet loving. Maybe my need for intimacy was like a gas tank in a car. I was empty. I’d run it completely dry. And now, even after an amazing, fulfilling night, I wasn’t even running on a quarter tank. Maybe I’d be a sex crazed woman until my tank was full again.

Hunter kissed the spot he bit, and then did it again a little lower, causing me to repeat my arching and rubbing. He was a sex wizard and I was under his spell. The hand holding me captive traveled over my body, caressing and fondling me into an inferno of desire. He rocked against me from behind, both of us panting now, and sank his fingers into my folds, finding and circling my clit until I exploded in his arms.

He groaned as I shuddered.

An urgency to make him feel as good as I felt took over me and I flipped around, taking his raging erection in my hands.

This had been inside me last night. It made my breath catch. He wasn’t enormous but he was large. And smooth. And he had his eyes screwed shut as his hips moved, cocking forward into my hands over and over. I felt the change right before his jaw locked and his head arched back. He came on his stomach as I fisted his cock, collapsing when it was over.

“Well,” he threw his arm over his face, sighing and laughing, “that’s one way to start the day.”

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I learneda lot about traveling with the team over the next few days as we moved from Seattle to LA, then the long flight back to Tampa. I was bleary eyed and exhausted as Emily pulled to a stop in front of Hunter’s apartment complex.

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