Chapter 31

• Then, his touch was gone. Before Jo could protest, though, Sawyer’s arms were around her. He pulled her to the bed, breaking her fall with his body before situating them both more fully on the mattress, his head on one pillow.
• “That’s better.” He thrust against her, his boxer briefs the only barrier between them. He was hard and hot and, wow, okay, bigger than she’d realized, and a twinge of worry snuck in past all of her want, making her freeze.
• Sawyer’s hands stilled on her hips. Ugh, of course he’d noticed. “What?”