Page 34 of In the Net (Sin Bin Stories #5)

HARPER

I can’t remember the last time I felt so comfortable.

I can’t remember ever feeling so comfortable.

Pure relaxation and comfort have seeped into every muscle and fiber of my body. My limbs feel heavy, but in the best way, like I’m covered by a soft, weighted blanket on a chilly night.

Warmth hums through me. I’m filled with a luxurious, restful calmness. My eyelids are still heavy, but that’s fine. I’m in no rush to open them. I feel like I could linger in this peaceful, contented state for hours. For days.

Soft light sits on the other side of my eyelids. I can tell it’s morning, but it’s not too bright. I can even hear birds tweeting outside. My thoughts are a cozy mush. I’m not worried about what time it is, or trying to remember how or when I got home from the party last night.

There’s some kind of … pressure behind me. Wrapped around me. Gentle, but firmly supportive in the best way. It’s like a hug.

It’s too much like a hug.

My sense of that solid pressure behind me becomes more detailed as neurons switch on in my brain. It’s a wide, hard mass, with firm contours and solid planes molded against my back.

It’s Sebastian.

That firm, supportive pressure wrapped around me is his arm. It’s looped around my waist, tucking me close against his broad, warm chest.

The weight of his bicep rests right on my ribcage. His thick, corded forearm is right underneath my breasts.

My backside is flush against his pelvis, and a solid length presses against my ass.

I’m spooning with my fake boyfriend, in his bed, wearing his clothes, while his erection pushes against me.

In a flash, heat spills through me. Need gathers between my legs, tight and throbbing.

But it only lasts a few moments. The intense sensation recedes, like a wave pulling back to the ocean after breaking against the shore.

Mellow relaxation washes through me again. Maybe I am spooning with my fake boyfriend. Maybe I do enjoy it too much. But right now, I feel so good, so at ease, I’m willing to indulge.

I nuzzle my back against him, feeling the comfort of his muscles. I pull in a deep breath through my nose, the air full of his sharp, masculine scent. His body heat curls around me, and I let my muscles melt into it.

Sebastian is still asleep. I can give in to savoring this feeling. He’s not even aware of it, so it’s not something he’ll be able to tease me about. I’ll have to deal with my own conscience, but that’s a problem for later.

I let out a dreamy sigh. “He’d never let me live this down if he knew,” I breathe out in a careless whisper.

“Knew what? How much my girlfriend likes me spooning her?”

Awareness rushes through me, obliterating my relaxed sleepiness. In a flash, I’m out from underneath the covers, leaping away from his grasp and out of his bed, my feet planted on the floor.

Sebastian sits up, spearing his fingers through his sleep-tussled hair. His eyelids are heavy and drowsy, and seeing his eyes looking like that without his glasses gives me a strange pang of intimacy.

“Good morning to you, too,” he mumbles, his voice raspy.

Embarrassment tightens my throat. What was I thinking, letting myself get comfortable against him like that?

I shouldn’t have even let him carry me into his bed last night. But I was so tired and so uncomfortable on the floor that I just didn’t have it in me to resist.

Alarms are whirring in my brain. I’m at risk of things getting way too real with my fake boyfriend.