As I walked, I stumbled over someone’s foot. My heel slipped and I braced for the fall. But before I hit the floor, strong arms caught me.
His grip lingered. One hand on my waist. Too long. Too sure he helped me and saved me from falling.
My breath hitched.
Goosebumps erupted across my skin.
“You should be more careful… you’re the only little one roaming around here. If someone catches you, you’ll be in big trouble,” he murmured, lips close to my ear. His hand roamed down my hip in a deliberate, sensual motion.
Before I could turn, I felt his breath on my neck— hot, slow, deliberate.
A hand slid around my waist, not urgently but with unnerving confidence. His fingers dug in slightly— claiming, teasing. I froze yet it didn’t bug me as it should have.
Then came the whisper, low and se
