We collided. Locke held me up, still clutching the hard edge of my jaw, his body arching to meet mine, his low growl swallowing the desperate sound of my hitched breath, his hand at my waist roaming higher, sliding under my tee. His palm hit my hot skin, fingers dancing over the ladder of my ribs, thumb grazing my chest. The light touch set something off in me and I pulled him tighter against me. Then changed my mind as panic I didn’t quite understand reared its ugly head.
