His legs moved, one coming to rest between mine. Way too intimate. I tried to close my knees, but he narrowed his eyes and slid his hips into the cradle of my pelvis.
Wrong. So wrong … And unfair, too, because clenching him between my legs didn’t exactly make my brain work better. I squirmed, needing him to be far away from me. Immediately. Yet I couldn’t help wondering whether I could reach down between us and open his fly.
The man was like h****n—seductive, addictive, and a damned good way to wake up dead.
“Hold still,” he whispered, voice strained. “The fact that my d**k’s in its happy place is probably saving your life. Trust me when I say I’m seriously considerin’ strangling you, mia . Thinking about f*ckin’ you helps balance that out.”
I froze.
I couldn’t believe he’d just said
