Tangled in Temptation

Waking Up

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Taylor stirred as the morning light filtered through the curtains, a gentle warmth on her face. The first thing she noticed was the firm grip around her waist, a large hand resting on her ass, holding her securely in place. Her eyes fluttered open, and she realized with a jolt that she was still in Travis's lap. Her legs were draped on either side of him, straddling his waist, and her hands were wrapped around his chest, fingers resting against the hard muscles beneath his shirt.

Her heart pounded as the reality of the situation hit her. She was practically lying on top of him, her head tucked into the crook of his neck, their bodies impossibly close. Taylor's mind raced, panic and something else, something deeper and more primal, flooding her senses.

"Oh my God,"she thought, her face heating up. The warmth of his body beneath her, the steady rise and fall of his chest, was both comforting and electrifying. She could feel every inch of him, and the sensation was overwhelming.

As she shifted slightly, trying to find a way to extricate herself without waking him, she realized just how intimately they were entwined. Moving meant pressing herself even closer against him, something she wasn't sure she could handle right now. But before she could make a decision, she felt him stir beneath her.

"Morning," Travis mumbled, his voice rough with sleep, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down her spine.

Taylor froze, her breath catching in her throat. His voice, so close to her ear, was undeniably sexy. "Why didn't I mention that as a turn on last night?" she thought, a new wave of heat spreading through her. She was acutely aware of how exposed and vulnerable she felt, and yet, there was a part of her that didn't want to move at all.

Travis slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. When his gaze met hers, a lazy smile spread across his face. "Hey," he said, his voice still low and raspy. But then his eyes widened slightly as he realized where his hand was.

"Uh, sorry," he said, his hand immediately lifting off her ass, though his arm was still loosely wrapped around her waist. "I didn't mean to..." His voice trailed off, a look of confusion and slight embarrassment crossing his features.

Taylor shook her head quickly, her heart hammering in her chest. "It's okay," she whispered, even though her mind was screaming at her to pull away. But she couldn't, she was frozen in place, overwhelmed by the intimacy of their position.

For a moment, they just looked at each other, neither of them sure what to do next. The air between them was thick with tension, the kind that had been building up over the past few days. Taylor could feel the heat radiating from his body, the steady thump of his heart against her chest. And she knew, deep down, that this wasn't just a random accident, it was something more, something that neither of them could ignore anymore.

Finally, Travis cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "We should probably get up before the others wake up," he said, though his voice lacked conviction, as if he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to move either.

Taylor nodded, but neither of them made a move to separate. The moment felt too fragile, too significant to break just yet. Instead, she let herself relax slightly, her body still pressed against his, her head resting on his shoulder. She could feel his breath against her hair, his warmth enveloping her, and she realized that she didn't want to leave the safety of his arms just yet.

But eventually, the spell had to be broken. With a reluctant sigh, Taylor slowly began to untangle herself from him, feeling a strange sense of loss as she did so. Travis helped her, his movements gentle as he carefully lifted her off his lap and set her down beside him.