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I sit stiffly. No one prepared me for what to do in this situation.
He’s large, but of the two that rescued me, he’s definitely the leaner one.
The muscles in his thighs and the strength of his hands are evident when he rubs my arms, his fingers trailing up and down my body in a gentle caress.
He feels good and it makes me shiver with awareness. I don’t hate the way he touches me, but I’m still unsure if I should let him.
I have no business feeling this good in this situation. This man is trouble, so why can’t I walk away?
“Are you cold?” He asks. His voice is deep, and his breath tickles my neck as he leans in.
“No,” I huff a laugh. “You make me nervous.”
Bravery – brought on by the alcohol in my system and the adrenaline from the last few minutes is making me blurt out my thoughts. I cringe at how awkward I sound.
He brought me here – to a quiet and private room. He’s been kind – rescuing me, making sure I’m okay. Honestly, it’s more than I expect from the men of this town.
But what I don’t understand is what he intends to do next.
“Good nervous or bad nervous?” He asks, trailing his fingers along my thigh. There’s amusement in his voice.
I hesitate for a moment, thinking of where we are, and which option is more likely. Did he bring me in here to get away from danger, or to make it more convenient?
“Good nervous,” I say, eventually, with as much conviction as I can. I don’t know if I trust that, but I also don’t think he would force me to do anything I don’t want or hurt me.
He’s not giving off the same vibe as the drunk out there.
And he’s not Matt.
Maybe he’s a good one. If such a man exists.
I swallow hard and take a good look at him.
Physically, he’s nothing like Matt at all. With his dark hair, muscles, tattoos, and style, everything about him screams that he’s a man who knows his way in the world. I run a finger across his knuckles, noting the scars.
This man is a fighter. He understands violence and uses it. Probably daily.
He’s not the soft, pampered, spoiled little trust fund brat who could never get his hands dirty.
Quite the opposite. This man looks as if he’s taken everything he’s ever wanted in life… including me.
I shiver again. Everything about this guy is the opposite of what I want. He’s dangerous, violent, and probably a criminal.
Yet… I don’t remember the last time I’ve found a man this attractive. We’re alone.
I’m a little tipsy. He saved me.
Maybe I should do what Julia is always saying. Live a little.
With a deep breath, I test the waters by wiggling my ass into his lap. He groans, a deep sound that makes me giggle.
His large, calloused hands splay over my bare thighs, holding me tight against him.
Holy wow.
When his fingers dig into my skin, it makes my core clench and my breath start to come in short little pants.
My short dress is bunched up around my hips and every single nerve ending is aware of the way he touches me.
