I stirred in the night and felt a vice-like grip on my breast. Then I realized Flynn's palm was cupping it. My heart sped up as my head did a mental checklist, and then denial crept over me.
I was certain Flynn would never have taken advantage of me at a time like that. I'd reasoned it was purely accidental and tried to roll away from him. Flynn's grip tightened and he nudged himself closer, and I felt his bulge press against my body. Sometime in the night, Flynn had worked his way underneath my comforter. He moaned against my back, then his face nuzzled into my neck, giving me shivers down my spine.
Swallowing hard, I tried to move again, and Flynn stirred, his tongue darting out to lick my skin and he bit down on my neck. "Flynn?" His body stiffened, then his hand swept away from me as he jerked back to make space. "Shit. I'm so sorry. I had no idea I was doing that, Valerie."