I almost scream, but he mashes my face into his neck with a palm to the back of my head, effectively silencing me. My heart is racing when I feel his other hand stroke my back lazily. “Shh, Little One, it’s okay.”

My brain comes back online. I realize it’s Masen. He never did leave the room, I just fell asleep before he got into bed. I contemplate how he managed to cocoon me without me waking. I became a light sleeper out of necessity, but I still haven’t broken the habit. I must have been really tired. Keep lying to yourself, Sophie. I’m sure it has nothing to do with the living blanket you’re snuggled up to. Too much, too early.

“Masen,” I whisper. “Masen.” I try to wiggle. “I’m so hot, and I need to pee.”

He flips over so I’m under him, his arms cage my head, his lower body just brushing mine. “Mornin’, baby.” His hooded eyes take in my face then move lower when he sees the shirt he gave me rode up my hip so my panties are barely visible. “I need to get up, need to get up.” Somehow, I know he’s talking to himself, not me.

When he stands, I see the black sweatpants he’s wearing do nothing to hide the impressive erection he has. My cheeks heat with a blush, and I look away but not before he sees me looking. “No need to look away, baby. You’re the reason it’s there,” he chuckles.

I pull the cover over my head. “Masen, are you serious? You big freak!” I say, embarrassed.

I feel the bed bounce as he jumps on my legs. “Oh, I’m a freak. Huh?” he questions while he prowls up my body. Once his knees hit my waist, he lowers himself to sit on my thighs. The blanket covering me slowly inches down revealing a playful Masen right in my face.

I cover my mouth and say, “I’ve got yuck mouth, backup... freak.”

He moves my hand and runs his nose up my neck, across my jaw, over my cheek, then brushes it against my nose. His mouth is so close to the corner of my lips I can almost feel the swell of his bottom lip on my top. He’s teasing me. As he moves up to feather his lips on my eyelids, I feel the soft scruff of his chin tickle my lips. My lips are so sensitive I gasp. When it happens again, I know it’s on purpose, and a small moan escapes.

“I was just trying to tease you, Little One, but I can’t ever seem to get the upper hand.” His lips graze mine as he speaks.

I’m so tempted to lick my lips so I can taste his. Instead, I say, “I need to get home and change for school.”

He nods, letting his nose caress mine again. “I know baby, just one second,” he answers. His eyes close, and he slowly backs away. When his face is near the apex of my thighs, he inhales deeply and shudders. “I want you to move up the bed, Little One. Move backward to the headboard.” I do as I’m told. His voice brokers no argument. “Good girl. Now, go to the bathroom. I’ll wait for you.” He’s still crouched on the bed, his eyes track my every move. When I close the door, I lean against it trying to regain my balance. That was... scorching. I may not be experienced, but I know I feel like strutting back out there just to see what would happen. Oh, I’m in big, big trouble.