Chapter 94: Dixie

Dixie swallowed.

Time had been kind to him. He was built like a runner. Or a swimmer. Muscular, but light. Lean.

He leaned forward, forcing her back onto the pillows.

"Looking at me like that gives me ideas," he whispered.

"Like?" Her mind was blanking, too overloaded with sensation as it was.

"First, this needs to go." He slid his hand under her and released the catch of her bra with an expert flick.

Benjamin sat back, dragging the bra with him.

She swallowed and fought the urge to cover herself. Her head buzzed. Her skin was too tight. Her body too warm. Her throat closing up.

He clasped both of her hands in his, then eased down, his weight pressing her into the mattress. It went against reason, but the feel of him helped her find her ground again. She pulled in a deep breath.

"Dixie?" He drew something on her cheek with the tip of his nose. "Is this okay?"

Did he realize her mind hand spiraled away from them?