Maya blinked. Swallowed. Looked away.
Focus. Just hold on. Pretend you’re not internally combusting.
“You’re going to need to hold on tight,” Damien said, voice dipping a notch lower.
Hesitating only slightly, Maya slid her arms around his waist. Her fingers grazed his bare skin, and her breath hitched.
Oh, my God.
He was so warm—so solid. Heat radiated off him in waves, and her palms instinctively flattened against the carved ridges of his abdomen. It wasn’t just muscle—it was control, power, restraint. And yet somehow… comfort.
Her cheek brushed his back, and she could feel it. His heartbeat. Fast. Steady. And not unaffected.
Damien tensed just enough to notice—but didn’t pull away. Her arms fit around him too perfectly. Too naturally. Her breasts pressed lightly into his back, cu
