Chapter One-Thirty-Eight: How?

The warmth engulfing me seems to want to swallow me.

My breasts ache. My centre throbs too maddeningly that the sensation does not soothe by pressing my thighs together; rather, that emphasises the deepness of the throb.

I wonder if I can climax from only this sensation and the cool and crisp scent that is flooding my nostrils, making me feel as if I were burning in a winter forest.

Squirming does not help.

The move of my hand to my centre is halted by something big and strong pressed against me.

Begrudgingly, my eyelids open, taking in the new light of day from the small windows in the room.

Oh…right, the plane.

We must have landed; I do not feel any movement around-

“Hah…this crazy son of-”

I press my lips shut when the bear-like man buried beneath my breasts shifts slightly to adjust before his steady breathing resumes.

My arms are around him, but his are the ones keeping my body in place.

How can anyone sleep in such a position?

How can he keep his nose buried against me? What if