Christian’s POV
I drop my head and press my nose into the hollow of her neck. I take a deep breath, filling my senses with her scent.
I get hints of lavender, and the forest, but I also get a big whiff of the heady feminine essence that has already spelled doom for my self-control.
I lower myself back onto the bed and gather her in my arms. Warmth, that’s what she wants. I’m going to give her so much of it she’ll be feverish by the time I’m done.
She gives a deep sigh of contentment as she nestles against me, her head tucked just below my chin and her arms folded against my chest.
I reach for her back, and after a moment’s hesitance, dip my hand below her t-shirt. When I press my palm against her skin, a shiver rocks her body.
“You okay?” My voice is so thick it sounds foreign to me.
