Chapter Twenty-Six
Rachel
Remy lifted me, and I curled my legs around his hips. There was something about a man with such easy strength. When Remy held me, I knew he’d never let go. He held me with his strong arms high against him, his body a haven and a bulwark against anything.
One of his big hands sifted through my tangled hair as he murmured against my temple, “I need to be inside you, sweetheart.”
He carried me, striding quickly into my bedroom and kicking the door shut behind him. In a matter of seconds, he eased me down and nearly yanked my jeans off. They caught on one of my ankles, and I stumbled.
He steadied me at the hip, kicking his own jeans free. My mouth went dry. He was all man. Tall and fit, every inch of him put to good use. We’d been together enough now that I was f
