Bound

Chapter 66 - Like Old Times

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Skylar

I wake up to a pitch-black room and throbbing hip. I am also, to my utter fucking shock and horror, straddling a sleeping Dmitri. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing my body to be as still as possible, while I mentally count to ten. I am mortified. How on gods green earth have I landed myself in this position? Recurring question, it seems.

I take stock of my position. My hands are cupping his shoulders, my head resting on his chest, and my legs on either side of his stomach. No wonder my hip is aching. He is not the smallest guy to be straddling. I am surprised it isn't aching more, though. I'll probably pay for this in the morning in the form of limping around the house. Thankfully we are not crotch-to-crotch else this would have been even more awkward. I am a bit up from that area, but not by much. Stop thinking about his junk. Stop thinking about his junk. I repeat the mantra several times, mentally slapping some sense into myself.

While I should just move and get off of him, honestly, I just don't want to. His hand is on my back, and I love how it feels. I love how he feels, the warmth from his body engulfing mine. I miss him. And his body is so strong and firm. I am tempted to run my hands down his shoulders and chest. A man like this is meant to be traversed, not just with one's eyes. He is meant to be explored with all the senses.

This whole situation reminds me of the morning in Spain when I woke up between his legs. Mmmm, and then what happened after that. Images flash through my mind, my mantra pushed aside quicker than you can say "go." Now all I can think about is his hands on me, inside me, all over my body. My breathing has increased, and I can feel the arousal between my legs. I need to move before he wakes up and smells me. His nose is way too sensitive. How I will accomplish getting off him without him waking up is beyond me.

"I can smell you, Skylar." Fuck. If I haven't missed those words. And his voice is so husky and rough. My hormone levels kick up a notch, the words still having the same effect it has always had on me. Wetter than ever. I was pretty fucked. How would I explain this? Oh, sorry, I must have had a kinky dream. Would he even buy that hogwash? Maybe I should just pretend I am asleep.

"I can hear you are awake by your breathing and heart rate." Awesome. He wasn't fooled. I am an idiot.

"I don't really know what to say. I don't know how I landed up...well, here, straddling you. I'm sorry."

"You were having a bad dream Skylar, and when I tried to comfort you, you latched onto my body and didn't want to let go. And so, we find ourselves here." Luckily, he doesn't sound annoyed. That would have made this situation even worse.

I roll off him onto my left side and then onto my back. A pain shoots out from my hip up and down my right side as I swing my leg over him.

"Ow!" Fuck, it hurts.

"Let's put some cream on," Dmitri says, sitting up and turning the side lamp on.

This could be awkward. I was only in my panties, and those were soaked. I squeeze my legs shut, hoping he won't see the wet patch. He faces me, balm in hand, looking as awkward as I feel. Looking down, I can see that he has been as affected by my proximity as I am by his. He has a prominent bulge in his pants that he isn't even really trying to hide. Where would he hide it anyway? I quickly avert my eyes when I realize I have been staring. I hope he didn't notice.