CARMEN
Jealousy surged again.
Mine! I thought heatedly.
I wasn't sure where the thought came from, but I didn't fight it. I could think it over later. For now, I needed to make it known.
My fingers moved almost involuntarily, brushing lightly over the arm that was wrapped around me. I traced the defined muscles and the warmth radiating from him, feeling how solid and real he was. His steady hold made me feel safe.
Another low sound came from him, deeper this time, and then his voice was rough with sleep. Heavy with restraint.
“Keep doing that, darlin’,” he murmured, words brushing against my skin as much as his breath did. “And I won’t be able to hold back.”
My entire body went still—not because I was afraid, but because I understood. I wasn’t entirely sure I disliked the images he
