Page 82 of Dangerous Attraction

A low groan escapes him, then he shuffles closer, squeezing one arm under the pillow beneath my head and wrapping the other one loosely around my waist.

"Relax," he breathes, pressing his body against mine.

"What are you doing?" I squeak, my eyes wide.

"We're cuddling," he states. "There's nothing to it. It's purely so you know where my hands are at all times. Plus, it'll be easier for you to know if I move away from you and get out of bed whilst you're sleeping."

My brows crease, and my lips quirk as my body begins to relax into him.

"Oh," I whisper.

"Is that okay?" he asks quietly.

I take a moment, allowing my body to melt into his hold while feeling the heat of his skin, and taking note of the calmness overtaking my mind before I nod.

Weirdly, I enjoy the feel of his arms cradling me.

"Yeah, I think it's okay," I reply, stifling a yawn.

Curling my legs up toward my body, I readjust his hold around my waist. Placing his arm above my hip, I let his hand rest on my stomach, then pat it before I let go and snuggle into my pillow.

My eyes instantly grow heavy, and the tension leaves my muscles as I sigh and let my eyes fall closed.

For the first time in a long time, I feel safe and secure.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Reeve

My dick is as hard as a steel rod and has somehow nestled itself between the rounded globes of Trix's ass, making itself comfortable, as if it belongs there.

I woke up minutes ago, and although I should've probably moved away from her already, I can't find the strength to extract myself from the bed, and away from the stunning beauty still tucked against my body.

During the night, we've somehow stayed in the same position we fell asleep in, the only movement made was clearly getting impossibly closer to each other.

My arms are banded around her body, my chest plastered against her back, legs intertwined, and my nose buried in her messy red hair.

As unusual as this is, I'm finding it rather enjoyable.

Drawing deep breaths to bathe in her cinnamon scent for as long as possible, I tighten my arms around her as I soak up the warmth radiating off her body.

Never in my life have I cuddled with a woman.

It's never interested me, and it's not just because I'm an ass, it's mostly because I'm not used to affection.

Growing up in a family like mine, there wasn't much love.

My father is a money-hungry dickhead who cares about nothing other than himself and his company, and my mother—well, she never wanted children. I'm pretty sure she just popped us out to keep my dad happy and then left as soon as we were old enough to look after ourselves.

Moving from that home to this one, surrounding myself with surly bikers, it's fairly obvious why I've never really seen affection in my lifetime.

The thought of cuddling someone has never made sense to me.

Of course, I'm not an emotionless prick, and I can understand that it offers someone comfort, but in my opinion, that's what a simple, short hug is for.

Cuddling, however, is completely different and on a whole other scale.

Two people pressed against each other for an unusual length of time just sounds like a nightmare.