Rachel trembled in the aftermath of her release, her arms locked tight around Jonah. He’d left her wrecked and raw and emotional, and she couldn’t let him go. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Because she wasn’t absolutely certain he’d come back. He’d said he loved her. But the admission had been grudging, and she knew better than to believe that was enough to overcome his misplaced sense of responsibility. It was only a step in the right direction.
“Don’t let me go. Please don’t let me go.” She murmured the words against his throat, a plea she wasn’t even certain he was conscious to hear.
He shifted, levering himself up from where he’d collapsed on her, proving he was, in fact, awake. The motion had him flexing inside her, setting off flutters of aftershocks. With a gentle finger, he stroked the
