And deal with my morning wood.
I skimmed my palm over my abs, pausing when I registered the worn cotton of my t-shirt.
I didn’t usually sleep in my shirt.
Or my jeans, for that matter.
Fuck, they were way too tight against my erection. Acting on instinct, I shifted to ease the discomfort.
A sleepy little grumble accompanied a huff of warm air across my neck.
My eyes snapped open, my brain jolting to full awareness. I wasn’t in my own bed.
The last thing I remembered was settling down beside Sofia in my guest bedroom. I’d indulged myself for too long, and I must have fallen asleep while I was petting her.
She nuzzled her cheek into my chest, her irritation at my movement melting away as she slipped back into a deeper sleep.
My breath stuck in my lungs, and for a moment, I was scared to breathe. What if I woke her? She might have cuddled up to me in her sleep, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t scream and scramble away if she opened her eyes to see the evidence of my arousal.
I’d resolved that I would coax out her willing surrender, but the thought of her trembling and staring wide-eyed at my cock made perverse lust pulse through me.
I bit back a curse and ran my hand over my face.
Fantasizing about her looking at me with an intoxicating mixture of fear and desire was dangerously tempting. My brain chose to fixate on that image, and my erection throbbed, straining against my jeans.
If I’d come hard in the past just imagining fucking her, having her soft body pressed up against me while these wicked images ran through my mind threatened to make me lose control.
I gritted my teeth, mustering my resolve. I wouldn’t come in my pants like some horny teenager.
I pressed my palm against my eyes, as though I could push the filthy thoughts out of my brain.
But I’d obsessed over her too often over the last five years. I must have conditioned my body to associate Sofia with this surge of arousal.
What would it be like if she opened her pretty emerald eyes and gave me a sleepy smile before sliding down my body? What if she wanted to help ease my discomfort? What would it feel like to have those lush lips caressing my dick, worshipping me?
Jesus fucking Christ!
When Adrián had given her to me yesterday, I’d worried that having her in my home but waiting to fuck her would be torture. I never would have imagined that blue balls could be more agonizing than taking a beating.
Right now, I’d welcome a fist to the face. That might knock some sense into me. Because there was no way the sweet, innocent woman tucked against my side would enjoy the prospect of giving me a morning blowjob on her first day in captivity.
She’s my fucking hostage, not my girlfriend.
Unfortunately, my dick didn’t care about the differentiation. If anything, the idea of having her completely under my power, obeying my every command, intensified my desire.
Instinct urged me to tear my body away from hers to escape her painful allure. But that would definitely rouse her. Instead, I took a breath and slowly extricated myself from her loose embrace.
Her cheek slid from my chest as I shifted, and I moved with care until she rested on the pillow instead. I placed my feet on the carpeted floor and eased off the mattress, wincing when it jostled slightly.
I blew out a small sigh of relief when she didn’t stir.
A flash of shame heated my cheeks. As the biggest motherfucker in almost every room I walked into, I wasn’t accustomed to tiptoeing around anyone. And if I wanted something—a flashy car, a rough fuck—I procured it for myself without hesitation or compunction.
My caution when it came to Sofia suddenly grated on my pride a little. Why should I have to sneak around my own home for the sake of not alarming my captive?
I stared down at her, uncertain if I clenched my fists at my sides out of irritation or to prevent myself from succumbing to the urge to touch her.
With her high cheekbones, long lashes, and lush lips, Sofia had always appeared sensual. The wide-eyed innocence that belied her sinful beauty only made me crave her all the more. Her effervescent personality was so at odds with the way I functioned. Sofia was quick to share her bright smile, and she wanted to be friends with everyone she met.
As Adrián’s personal bodyguard, it was my job to scare the shit out of everyone close to him. No grins or giggles for me.
I might get off on the idea of Sofia trembling under my hands, but I didn’t want her to truly fear me. I didn’t want to be the one to erase her smile.
Which meant I had to deal with my hard-on before she woke up and freaked the fuck out.