Chapter Thirty-Five
Stone held my body significantly tighter against his chest, his massive, heavily tattooed arms wrapping around my waist like thick steel bands. He squeezed me so hard that it almost took the breath right out of my lungs, holding onto my frame as if he were trying to completely memorize the exact physical feeling of my skin before he walked out the door. His rugged face was buried deep in the long strands of my hair, breathing in my scent over and over again as if the familiar smell of my body could completely steady his racing heart for the dark, violent highway war he was about to ride straight into.
“I will come back to you, little dove,” he promised me in a very low, rough rumble that vibrated deeply against my own chest. “I always come back to my girl. There is ab
