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hear his steady breathing and knew he must have fallen asleep. She relaxed and fell back to sleep quickly.

Chapter Five
     
    Slowly she became awake. From where she lay, she could see the clock. Not even seven o’clock. Far too early to get up. She yawned and snuggled back against the warm body behind her, enjoying the feel of the strong arm wrapped around her.
    Wait. Arm. Body. Uh oh.
    She felt the warm breath on her neck and heard his amused voice. “Seems like the walls of Jericho fell.”
    She stiffened and tried to pull away. “Just like a man to take advantage of the situation. You were supposed to keep to your side of the bed.”
    “Don’t blame me. I didn’t move. You are the one that got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and got back in the wrong side. You even shoved me over so you’d fit. Look around. This isn’t the side of the bed you started on.”
    She thought for a minute. She remembered getting up and being more asleep than awake, but needing to pee very badly. The floor was cold in the bathroom, so she’d rushed back to bed, almost throwing herself in it.
    “You curled your legs back and warmed up your feet on my legs. I figured that entitled me to a cuddle.”
    She coloured. She remembered now. Oh, god. This was so embarrassing. She started to turn, but he held her tight.
    “Don’t worry,” he soothed. “It’s cold out there and warm in here. Nothing’s going to happen you don’t want to happen. You’ve got your top and sweatpants on and I’ve got my boxers.”
    “Your boxers? Why aren’t you wearing something more? Surely you have sweatpants or something.”
    “Yes I do, but I don’t sleep in sweatpants. Actually, I usually don’t sleep in anything, but I thought you might be alarmed if I slept raw. Now we have more than an hour before we have to get up. Go back to sleep.”
    He pulled her back against him, spooning his large body around her, tucking her head under his chin. She could feel him hard against her behind, but they had two layers of clothes between them. She felt his warm arm around her and his large hand spread out on her stomach over her tank, holding her tight to him. And she surprised herself by actually falling back to sleep.
    When the alarm went off at eight, she jumped, but couldn’t get far. His arm was still in place, but his hand had migrated up under her tank and was grasping a breast. It felt good. She tried to hold herself stiffly, but she could feel her nipples hardening. He could feel it, too, because after he detached his hand to reach over her and turn off the alarm, his hand went straight back up her top to massage her breast. He squeezed it gently, his fingers grasping her hardened nipple, pinching and twisting lightly. She couldn’t hold back a moan.
    He took that as a sign and moved, turning her onto her back. He was still on his side. She met his eyes. He pulled up her top so he could see her breasts. She sucked in her breath at the look of pleasure on his face. Her stomach felt like it was being squeezed, and she realized it was lust. She wanted this stranger more than she had any man in a long, long time.
    But she didn’t even know him.
    All thought went out of her head as he leaned down and kissed her gently. His rough chest hair rubbed her nipples, making them even harder. Then he moved his mouth across her face and down her neck while he continued to massage her breast. When she made a little sound of pleasure, his mouth quickly returned to hers, but this time it wasn’t gentle. He moved over her, kissing her deeply. She could feel his growing arousal against her and couldn’t help her hips moving involuntarily against his.
    He continued to kiss her, but his hand left her breast. She made a little whimpering sound of loss, but it was replaced by a moan as his hand slipped down the waistband of her sweat pants. His big finger parted her slit and grazed her clit. She moaned again and parted her legs. He took the opportunity