Frozen Valentine

should be. I need sleep and I’m definitely not doing it here on the couch. The damn thing’s too small for my build.
Blake will just have to suck it up ‘cause I’m sleeping in the bed with her. Decision made, I stand up and snuff out the fire. I’m not taking chances of it somehow evening up causing the cabin to catch fire and killing us in it. I wonder if Blake would have put the fire out or let it burn.
I make my way into the room and find her lying on her side facing the window. Good, I won’t have to move her since I prefer to be closest to the door. If someone were going to come at us, they’d have to get through me first. But that’s not going to happen. Shrugging out of my sweatpants, I climb into the bed gently so I wouldn’t wake her up with any movements.
Once settled into the bed, I place my hands behind my head on the pillow and close my eyes. I allow myself to drift off to sleep more than ready to let my body rest.
It’s still dark out when I wake. Groaning, I look to the clock on the nightstand to see it’s six in the morning. My mind wanted me to go back to sleep until it catches up with my body it’s why I’m awake this early in the morning.
Blake is sleeping with her body curled into mine. I hadn’t moved much in my sleep, but I did enough to wrap an arm around her waist to hold her to me. I glance down to see her sleeping with her head resting on my chest, and a knee cocked up over both my legs. In this position her thigh is pressed against my cock.
Damn.
Why didn’t I put boxers on? Because my ass doesn’t wear them.
Shit.
This isn’t good.
How do I get out of this position without waking her? I don’t want to startle her awake, but I don’t know if I want her to wake up in my arms.
She’ll probably think it’s me that put her in such a position.
The little woman wiggles her body some more in her sleep and fuck me if the movement doesn’t end with her directly on top of me. With my cock pressed up against her wet entrance.
Oh, fuck me. I can’t handle this. The torture of her wetness being right there touching my cock is far too much of a temptation not to take her.
But I can’t do it.
No matter how much I’d love nothing more than to dive into her sweet, delectable body. She’s Christian’s little sister and I won’t treat her like a whore.
I place my hands on either side of Blake’s hips and slowly roll until I’m able to lay her on her side. The woman starts to grumble something in her sleep about not doing something she’s told. And then I pause as my name slips from her lips as she sighs.
Fuck.
The woman met me mere hours ago and yet she’s already dreaming of me. I’m fuckin’ screwed.
I detach myself from her body and go to climb out of the bed. The sight of what she’s wearing catches my eye and I stop moving. It’s bloody torture not to peel it off her slowly and wrap myself around her.
Red’s my favorite color and it looks damn good on her.
Maybe I should say to hell with it and if she doesn’t want this she can easily say ‘no’. Mind made up, I lay back on the bed and bring her body back into mine. Only this time, instead of her head being on my chest, I’m curled around her with my front pressing against her back. My cock presses into the crease of her ass loving the feeling of her skin against me.

Chapter Six


Blake
My dreams have always been somewhat nutty and I’ve always, and I mean always, been a mover in my sleep. I can’t ever stay still to save my life. Somedays I wake up feeling like I’d run a marathon in my sleep. This morning something is completely different.
For one, I remember going to bed alone and now there is an arm wrapped around my waist with a hand of said arm palming one of my breasts.
Oh boy.
Another reason it seems completely different is I remember dreaming of the man who has his hands on my body. I can’t forget about the hardness pressed into my backside. A hardness I might say that’s touching me without any barriers.
Um.
Holy cannoli. Theo’s cock is pressing into my backside and it’s not small. Which I knew this last night, I’d felt it before he stood up and set me away from him.
That thought is like a splash of cold water on my face. Why in the world is he in this bed with me?
In hopes of not waking him up, I try to slide out of the bed. I don’t want him to feel guilty for holding me to him and have to tell his wife or girlfriend he’s slept with another woman. I won’t be a homewrecker. I couldn’t do it. I don’t care if my parents can live such a life. But I can’t.
I want to be the only one a man wants and no other will do. Otherwise, my heart will simply freeze over, and I’ll die a virgin and never know the touch of a man. Well, at least not a touch like this.
As I pull away from Theo, he grabs hold of me and tightens his hold. His cock grinds against my backside and mother of all sins it causes my body to hum with need. I want him inside me.
God knows why. The man is a stranger to me and yet I’ve felt this connection to him from the moment I laid eyes on him when he’d been walking toward the house in the snow.
Crap, I didn’t even ask him about where his car