She leaned back against him, nestling her head into the curve of his neck and shoulder, loving his strong masculinity, feeling safe in his embrace, safer than she had ever felt in her life. Which was strange because she barely knew Peter Ramsey, yet her instincts saidtrust him. He was a big man, big in every way, a man who would fight for what he believed was right, a man who would protect what he held dear to the last breath in his body.
“You feel so good,” he said as though bemused by his own feelings with
her.
“You do, too,” she answered, unhesitant about stating what was true for her. “I want to feel all of you, Erin.” His hands moved to the buckle of her belt. “Mind if I undress you out here?”
“No, I don’t mind.” She wanted to feel his hands on her, all over her. Her
mind was sur
