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... both do. Here, lean against me and rest your head on my shoulder, maybe we can both snooze a bit more.” As he was speaking he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me against his side. I resisted a little at first, then caved and leaned my head against his shoulder and chest, immediately aware of the firm resiliency of his chest muscles and his warmth… and his masculine scent. “Coop, I don’t think I can sleep like this.” “Why not?” He turned his head and looked down at me, and as I looked back up into those long, dark lashes and beautiful eyes, I could see comprehension dawn; he’d just realized how powerfully I was attracted to him! He favored me with that slow, sexy smile that I’d already come to love in the short time since we’d met. “Charli, if I can sleep with you this close to me, you can sleep with me this close to you.” “But you can sleep in the middle of a busy intersection.” He laughed, the sound rich and deep. “That was just an example, a whatchacallit… a metaphor. But trust me, it would be easier than sleeping with you in my arms.” “I am not in your arms!” I started to pull away, but he tightened his arm around my shoulders, easily holding me in place. “I didn’t say you were, just that I wouldn’t sleep… oh, never mind. Just go to sleep.” He leaned back and within a matter of seconds appeared to do just that! Amazing! I wriggled into a slightly more comfortable position against him, his firm, lithe body and seductive scent working their magic on me. Jesus, ...

... Charli! Stop creaming your panties – he’s just some random guy that thinks he’s hot shit… okay, that knows he’s hot shit. Just stop it! I closed my eyes and tried hard to ignore how powerfully his raw masculinity had affected me. I’d never had this kind of reaction to a man before, not Steve or any of the guys I’d dated. Those were deeper, loving and emotionally satisfying; this was nothing but lust. Cheap sexual arousal and pure animal lust, but my god, it was overwhelming! I gave up trying to make any sense of it in my head and resolved to just enjoy the vicarious thrill of being this close to him while knowing it would never go any further. I let myself relax against him and listened to his slow, steady breathing, his hard chest rising and falling rhythmically. His scent filled my nostrils, and my body did what it was going to do, and I was amazed to find myself becoming very drowsy, my eyelids heavy. It was his strong heartbeat and slow, even breathing that did it, I think, the calming rhythms lulling me to sleep, and soon I was gone. My dreams were more settled this time; no less erotic, as I dreamed of Coop – or someone that looked suspiciously like him – with his head between my legs, and then with his thick cock in my mouth, and eventually between my legs, thrusting into me, but they were calm and not so chaotic and vivid as earlier. Less wild, less disturbing, but powerfully sensual and arousing. When I woke some time later, it was because we had come to a stop at the ...