Collin could feel her heart racing against his chest. She had smashed her body against him, her arms wrapped so tightly around his neck that he could barely stand up straight. She’d coiled one leg high around his hip, stretching the material of her flowy skirt and making him all too conscious of the warmth between her legs against his.Fuck, she felt good. This close, it was difficult to maneuver without revealing how aroused he was. His jeans were getting tighter, the hard shaft of his erection straining against the fabric, and he wanted to shift, just slightly, until they were pressed together in just the right place.Thank God some small part of his brain managed to hold on to his control. She was frightened and in need of comfort. She didn’t need some asshole who was thinking about driving deep into the heat between her legs, making her arch and shout and—Shut it down, asshole.He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm himself as much as her. “Marnie?”Her face was pressed into his shoulder, like a child hiding under a blanket from something in a scary movie.
