TARYN POV
Reid’s arms are around me, holding me close, keeping me safe, my head against his chest and over his heart. He lowers his face to the top of my head, lips moving, voice whispering, but I don’t hear what he says over the beating of his heart in his chest. His lips brush against my hair as he speaks, and he breathes in, long and slow.
His hand strokes my back, sliding down almost to my butt, and then just when I think he’ll move it lower, when I think he’ll caress it and squeeze it, he slides his hand back up. He cradles the back of my neck, thumb tracing my skin, sending little zings of desire through me. Heat spreads through me from each spot our bodies touch, and I press my palms into his chest, seeking more of his touch and the delightful sensations it brings me.
“Honestly,
