Bound

Chapter 25 - Too Close

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Skylar

My eyes peel open only to be met with darkness. I have no idea what time it is. The last thing I remember was successfully hyperventilating. "I must have passed out," I say tersely, slapping my head. Instead of my hand hitting my forehead, it hits a small face cloth plastered along the area just below my hairline. I peel it off and throw it on the marble floor beside the bed.

My body is moving slightly up and down...that's not my breathing. I realize my predicament and exactly where I am. Lying between Dmitri's legs, my back flush with his chest. Everywhere skin touches, small tingles kiss the flesh like a whisper, the tiny hairs on my arms rising in response as goosebumps erupt all over my body.

He is propped up at a forty-five-degree angle, his arms wrapped around my waist, which is only half covered as the maroon shirt I had on last night has ridden midway up during my sleep. I'm flooded with relief that my boobs are at least covered, but that relief is short-lived when I realize I am only in my panties. They are not my sexiest. Not granny panties, more like bikini panties, so not the bottom of the barrel. Embarrassment floods me, knowing Dmitri has seen me like this. There is no bedcover on us, which makes me feel exposed even in the dark.

I can feel something hard poking my lower back. Big and hard. I know what that is.

"If you carry on moving, you will make it worse. Go back to sleep. It's way too early in the morning," he says in a grumpy, sleepy tone from behind.

I relax, putting my full weight back on him, trying not to move. But the feeling of his arms around my waist and the raging hard-on I can feel poking uncomfortably in my lower back are turning me on. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to stop the wetness that is seeping out and pooling in my panties.

"You can feel me, but I can smell you, Skylar." His husky voice grates through the air, the sound of it coupled with the words, causing small furnaces to ignite on my cheeks.

His hands start drawing lazy circles on my bare stomach. Little tingles trail wherever his fingers touch, and I wonder how they would feel inside me. I'm so turned on right now. His finger traces the edge where my panty meets skin. I can't help the small moan that escapes my mouth.

Before I know what's happened, he has moved me off his body, so I am lying on the bed next to him. I'm surprised by the sudden movement, especially since I can't see anything. It just dawns on me that he can probably see me just fine. His Lycan sight adapting to the dark much better than mine.

He props himself up on his elbow next to me, his other hand continuing with the circles on my stomach. I try to make eye contact with him, but I cannot see anything. His warm breath fans my face as he leans in to whisper in my ear.

"Do you like this, Skylar?" His fingers once again trace the place where my panty meets skin. His finger riding just under the edge of the elastic band. I close my eyes, goosebumps plaguing my body as I nod in silent answer to his question.

"Words, Skylar," he whispers in my ear again, his lips grazing my earlobe, sending chills down my body.

"Yes," I whisper, shuddering as another finger joins the first finger moving along the underside of my panty. I have to consciously stop myself from forcing his hand lower. It's torture.