My Sweet Punishment by Amelia Brooks (little red riding hood ebook free .TXT) 📗

Mia

        I woke up feeling like I was lying on a burning stove. So hot it was and hard to breathe. I cautiously opened my eyes and found the patterned ceiling, trying to pull the blanket away from my face. I frowned as I got some sort of overview. Judging by the familiar picture from the window – I’m in a hotel right now. But it’s definitely not my room. I turned on my side and squeezed my eyes shut to understand the dream it was or reality.

        Henry was lying on his back just a few inches away from me and... sleeping. My gaze fell on a broad chest that heaved steadily. He didn’t even change. He was wearing the same black shirt and trousers.

        The terrible images of last night came back to me, and I shivered. If it wasn’t for Henry, I’d be at the bottom of the sea feeding fish. Although, the reason for my sudden distraction, after which I fell overboard, was the same man. I bit my lip nervously.

        But I can’t be mad at him. He saved me again. And now I owe him not only the saving of my brother’s life but also my own.

        I didn’t want to run away from him or resent the fact that I’d suddenly woken up in his bed. And clearly, it was not on my own initiative.

        Now I felt as calm and happy as I had never felt before. I wanted this moment to last as long as possible. And I’m even ready to spend the whole day lying under two heavy blankets, admiring his chiseled profile. Even though, I’ve already lost ten sweats.

       Suddenly the man moved, and I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. It made me uneasy to think that he might think I was looking at him. The movement next to me stopped, and I felt a sudden weight on my waist. And the steady warm breath started searing my forehead.

        I opened my eyes and stared at Henry’s calm face. He was still asleep. Only now... a little more, and we will touch our noses! And the weight on my waist was his muscular arm, which he threw over me!

        If he wakes up now, he’ll definitely see my flushed cheeks. Tossing and turning, I tried to pull away from the exciting intimacy. But the best I could do was free one of my hands from the tight cocoon.

       At first, I wanted to wake the man up, and then... my hand reached out to his face to run over his slightly unshaven cheek. But it was left hanging in the air when I suddenly bumped into two piercing blue oceans.

       “You’re already awake,” said Henry, catching me with his dark eyes.

       “Yeah,” I whispered for some reason.

     I was about to take my hand away when it was suddenly grabbed and gently kissed. A herd of goosebumps ran all over my body, and my face instantly turned red.

       “I’m just wondering,” began Henry suddenly, in a serious tone, “what I want most. To whip you so that you can’t sit for a week or… to kiss you,” his gaze went down to my lip, which I bit nervously again.

        Is he serious?

       “There’s no need to whip,” I swallowed noisily, tumbling on the bad hectically.

       “Well, I also think we’ll stop at the second option. For now,” said Henry with a sly grin and started to get up.

        A second later, I was on the man’s lap still in a cocoon of blankets. Before I could say something, he quickly pressed his lips to mine.

      His tongue slid boldly and unceremoniously into my mouth. I was taken aback by his actions at first, not knowing what to do. My body began to tremble. But soon, anxiety and embarrassment just disappeared. I dive my free hand into his thick hair, and he groaned, pulling me even closer.

       He had kissed me before. Then, in the gazebo. But that kiss was accidental and rather careless. And now… it was completely different. So gentle but passionate at the same time.

        For a moment, I realized that I was lying on the bed again, and Henry was towering over me. I missed the moment when he threw the blankets off me and came to my senses when I felt his hand on my stomach. On my naked stomach!

       “Henry...” I tried to push the aroused man away from me. But I couldn’t help it. He hadn’t moved an inch! The man just continued to lower his lips to my neck, nibbling at the sensitive spot behind my ear. I started moaning quietly.

       My body and mind melted in his hands like candle wax. And it seems that if I don’t stop him now, it won’t end with simple kisses. The man will definitely go ahead, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to resist him if…

       “Henry!” I panicked when his fingers got to my breast.

     Growling something dirty, probably, a swear word, the man leaned on his back and closed his eyes, calming down.

       “Who is James?” before I could regain my senses, he asked angrily.

       “What?”