The flames that started burning in her blood from the first time he kissed her by the side of the river erupted into a sudden inferno, and she was lost, only distantly aware that she was gasping and grinding helplessly against his hip, her hand holding his shoulder and her mind blissfully empty beyond a formless depth of want, and desire, and carnal need.
So much need.
Then he tore his lips away from her mouth, his breathing as erratic as hers. “What are you doing to me?” The question was rhetorical, so Danika hadn’t bothered to crack her tuned-out brain for what to say to him. His enormous body surrounded hers, blanketing her.
She felt safe. Sheltered.
Danika hadn’t allowed herself to see the red flags of how she’d feel safe in the most unsafe place, how she’d feel sheltered in the m
