“Good girl.” Shane reaches over and grabs the

throw, pulling it over us and covering me from the neck down. I tense, but he just picks up the remote and puts the movie back on, restarting it.

I frown at the television. “I thought you said we weren’t done.”

“We aren’t. Sit back and relax.” He bands an arm around my waist, urging me to lean more comfortably against his chest.

I try. I do. But he’s so hard at my back and I’m surrounded by him, his big arms holding me to him, his mouth tracing lazy patterns on the side of my neck, his hand…

He barely lets...