Kains Locke
I hated how easily my body responded before my mind could protest. My legs moved, slow but steady, until I was standing between his spread knees.
I didn't dare look down.
His presence was overwhelming. The scent of him, unexpectedly warm, musky, slightly tinged with the sharpness of blood and something uniquely him.
If I wasn't the one that just wrapped him up, I wouldn't have believed he was the one with those wounds on his body earlier.
Then, as if sensing my turmoil, he chuckled slowly. The sound was deep,it vibrated through the air between us. His hand lifted, fingers grazing my wrist before curling around it with a firm but unhurried grip.
"Relax," he murmured. "You've done close to this before."
I tensed, my breath catching.
That was the problem.
