Chapter 112. Don’t Touch Me!

I’m not going to lie and say it didn’t make me momentarily forget everything except how he feels, how good he smells, and how right his touch is. Heartbreakingly so. I melt, my head getting hazy with this need to let him hold me, and I have to swallow back the overwhelming surge of emotion that has my heart rate hitching and my breathing getting shallow. Biting back instant tears, I taste my weakness shining through, urging me to wrap myself up and tell him how much I missed him.

He squeezes me half to death. Arms tightly wound around my upper body and waist. A hand comes around my neck, under my hair, to hold me in place. Pushing his face against mine, so we’re cheek to cheek, his nose grazes my shoulder, and I hear and feel him inhale and release with the same relief I did. That intense contentment of finally finding home and sinking into it deliciously. Savoring these few seconds of finally getting what you’ve been craving for, needing, for weeks.

I almost cave, my li