Page 125 of Knot What I Expected

My hands move without permission. One lands against his chest. The other reaches toward the burn on his neck.

Havoc catches my wrist before I touch it.

Not hard. Never hard.

His huge fingers wrap gently around me. His gaze drops to my hand against his chest. Something changes in his expression.

The feral intensity softens. Just a fraction.

“Nothing.”

I glare at him.

“Bullshit.”

His mouth twitches.

“You worried about me?”

“No.”

The answer comes way too fast. His golden eyes warm.

“Liar.”

“Fuck you.”

“There she is.”

My stomach flips.

Goddammit.

I've missed him.

I have actually missed this obnoxious, growling, overbearing bastard. His thumb moves across the inside of my wrist.

One stroke. Barely anything. My entire body lights up.

His nostrils flare.

Oh, shit.

He smells it. Whatever just happened to my scent?

Arousal. Emotions. Fate.

He knows.

His gaze darkens.

My lips part.

For one impossible second, the whole damn room disappears.

No bridesmaids. No karaoke machine. No sour beer soaking my shirt.

There’s just him. His hand around my wrist. My palm against his chest.