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Plus, she’d never felt more safe in her life than she did in his arms.
Which only left sane.
And Lord knew that neither of them were that.
Reuben stood and took off his jacket before he started to undo his shirt buttons.
What was going on?
She rarely saw him without his suit jacket, and now he was stripping off?
As she stared up at him, Faith realized that she still had her thumb in her mouth. Mortification filled her, and she forced herself to pull her thumb free.
“Put that back in,” he told her as he folded up his shirt and set it aside on the armchair.
But she could barely understand what he was saying, her attention totally stolen by the bare chest in front of her.
Wow.
The man was ripped. How did someone who sat behind a desk get to look like that?
He had a firm chest and muscular abs, with a light smattering of hair on his torso.
Could anyone say yum?
Not her, because she was speechless right now.
Reuben smirked down at her. Darn man knew exactly how he affected her.
“Like what you see, baby?” he drawled.
Like? Oh no, she didn’t just like what she saw.
She was hungry for more. Needed more.
You cannot tell him that.
“Me . . . see . . . yummy.”
He stared down at her intently, but she thought she saw a hint of amusement in his gaze. “Good to know.”
Sitting next to her, he drew her onto his lap.
“What are you doing?” she squealed.
“Giving you skin.”
“This . . . I . . . ” Her tongue froze as she took in the expanse of warm, smooth skin that was right next to her face.
You could bury yourself in his chest.
“I know that some Littles like feeling skin. Some like being swaddled. Or sucking their thumb. Or being held like this.” He wrapped his arms around her.
Tight.
So. Safe.
It was like a drug, making her instantly relax. Her mind went fuzzy but in a good way.
