There are too many people crowding our space, throwing things. I have to get Reese out of here. That lone thought takes over my brain. I don’t think twice. I grab Reese around the waist and pull her off the bar. Toss her over my shoulder. She shoves at my back, making huffy little sounds of protests. “What are you doing?” “Protecting you, princess.” I hate the way she feels against me. Soft, warm skin. The curve of her hip on my shoulder. Her sharp nails digging into my arm. It’s sensory overload on my libido.
