CHAPTER 66
The groan that rumbled from Ryle’s chest was the sound of a command melting into a plea, and Lauren responded with a total, dizzying surrender. She pressed her torso firmly against his, the movement settling her completely against the hard line of his thighs and the unmistakable, intense hardness beneath her.
The fit was instantaneous and overwhelming, strong and heavy.
Ryle’s strong and muscular arm—his good, right arm—was locked fiercely around her waist, pulling her impossibly close. She felt the heavy, driving beat of his heart against her own chest, a frantic, shared rhythm that echoed the drums of the war they had just survived.
The full, hot weight of his body against hers was the only anchor in the suddenly spinning room, a tangible, silent confirmation that the de
