NICOLE POV
He pulls me against him. My forehead brushes his chest. His arms tighten around me.
Then, his face buries itself in the crook of my neck.
His breathing is uneven. Heavy.
Almost as though he's trying to calm himself simply by knowing I'm here.
He places his hands on my a*s, and I gasp in shock, and unlike the disgust I felt with the director, a pleasant zing runs down my body.
He squeezes it firmly, and a tiny moan escapes me. I clap my hand over my mouth, in shock at my reaction.
"Ian..." I whisper.
"No one," he says, his voice rough against my skin, "has the right to touch you." Each word is filled with restrained fury. "No one."
But you are touching me, though. It's not like I’m complaining.
I bite my lower lip to stop more embarrassing sounds coming out of my mou
