Chapter 8

I pushed away that thought. Focus on the now.

“I…” His hands lifted, as though he wanted to touch me, then dropped.

“You can touch,” I assured him, and because I wanted to, I stepped into his space, bringing our bodies together. He was slightly taller than me, and since I was almost two meters, that was saying something. “I expect we’ll be doing a lot of that in the coming days.”

To demonstrate, I rubbed both hands up his chest until I could wrap them around his neck and slide my fingers into his hair. He purred. A real and true chest-rumbling purr. It made me moan, and when he grabbed my hips and pulled me in tight, I groaned. He was as hard as I was.

The logical part of my brain reminded me that it was his hormones making him this way. But then the rest of my brain kicked in. He’d chosen me. He’d come and asked specifically for me to help him through this. There had to be attraction there, or at the very least, trust for him to do that.