Larissa's POV
I lifted my head cautiously, checking to see if Carson was still sleeping.
His eyelids remained shut, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Relief washed over me.
Then I felt cool air against my skin and looked down in horror. My oversized t-shirt had twisted upward during the night, bunching around my ribcage and leaving my bare breasts pressed directly against his warm chest. My nipples had tightened into sensitive buds from the contact.
Had he woken up at some point? Had he discovered me draped over him like this, completely exposed and shameless?
I began the delicate process of untangling myself, slowly lifting my thigh from where it rested across his legs. As I moved, his hardness pressed against my leg, making me bite down on my lower lip to keep from making a sound.
The size of him was impossible to ignore, and I cursed myself for even noticing.
