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 sleepy sound rumbled out of him, half groan half sigh, and he locked both arms around me the same way he always used to when I was little and scared, pulling my ass flush against him until there was no space left between our bodies. 

My heart slammed so hard I was sure he could feel it through my back.

“It’s alright, baby,” he...