Chapter 2
Then he moved.
His arm shifted first, heavy and warm, sliding over my waist like it belonged there, the thick muscle of his forearm pressing firm against my soft stomach as he dragged me back against the solid wall of his chest.
A low...
Chapter 2
Then he moved.
His arm shifted first, heavy and warm, sliding over my waist like it belonged there, the thick muscle of his forearm pressing firm against my soft stomach as he dragged me back against the solid wall of his chest.
A low...