18
ARIELLA
Some girls might have found a hand wrapped around their throat fairly menacing. If so, they’d be unaware of how lightly Eric actually squeezed—light enough so I could still breathe but hard enough to keep me wet and waiting for the pounding when we got home.
His huge frame was a solid wall against me, impassive and unyielding when he pressed me up against the wall of the post office. “
I just need to take care of some things at my apartment, and then I’ll be out to the cottage. Should only take me a few hours.” His mouth swooped down to steal one more kiss.
I’d never been with a man at whom I couldn’t stop staring. I stared up at him now, wanting the image engraved in my brain.
“Peggy can give me a ride back, no problem,” I typed. “She wants to hear all the juicy details o
