Catching The Captain is Live!
“Oh,” I breathe out in surprise. My arms slip around his waist without missing another beat and I settle my cheek against the solid warmth of his muscular chest. My eyes fall closed as I breathe in the scent of his laundry detergent combined with sunshine. His hold on me tightens and I feel his hands wrap farther around me, like he can’t get close enough.
Without an inch of space between our upper bodies, I’m trying not to think about how my breasts are crushed to his torso. Or how the deep, rumbling sounds coming from his chest are sexy enough to give me an eargasm. Or how my insides feel like they’re being tossed to and fro like a dinghy on turbulent seas.
Calm down. It’s just a friendly hug between two friends.
A hug that’s lasting a little—make that a lot—longer than it should.
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