She shifted slightly, but the heat was a soothing comfort, so instead she moved to try and get more warmth.
Her legs curled, fingers pressing up against hard, heated muscle.
Rache's eyes opened.
It took a moment for them to focus on what was right there, in front of her.
In that moment she couldn't believe the image right in front of her eyes.
Her heart felt as though it skipped a beat or three, while her body heated. Not a flush, this heat. It didn't just come to her cheeks or her skin or the back of her neck and ears. It went lower.
Far deeper than she had any desire to admit.
Donncahd's chest. He was shirtless and she was clinging to him, their bodies in very, very close quarters. Her hand slid from where it was on his chest, and she could feel the toned firmness of his skin underneath his pectoral muscle.
Which was an inappropriate thought for the moment.
In fact, no. That was not appropriate for any moment!
