The instinct she triggers in him is primal. He reaches out, slides his arms around her slender waist to pull her to him. The moment she’s in his arms, his tension ebbs. His heart pounds, on fire, as he takes her in. Soft, dewy skin. A hint of a sunburn on the tops of her shoulders. Her pretty face a mix of amusement and confusion. “Are you okay?” Fuck. Somehow his hand has attached itself to her cheek. Cupping it like it’ll help him feel better. “You’re not hurt?”
