Within Arm's Reach A Novel Novels & Stories

I heard him shift, the bed creaking slightly as he stood. He was leaving. “No...” I murmured, surprising even myself. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his arm, tugging him back toward me. My hands coiled around him, and I buried my face in his chest, inhaling deeply. His scent was addictive, calming the storm inside me while igniting something else entirely. I didn’t understand what was happening. My body felt hot, my skin itchy with anticipation. I wanted—no, needed—him to stay close to me.

I just wanted to escape. "I only have one umbrella." He stood in front of the door, almost blocking my view with his broad chest. His words came lightly from above me. The implication was clear. If I took the umbrella, what would he use? I gave up. I gathered Louisa close and squeezed under the umbrella with him. We were close—close enough that he could smell the faint scent of detergent clinging to me. For some reason, it felt familiar, and his heartbeat became uneven.

he whispered, offering his arm. Adeline took a deep breath and placed her hand on his arm, feeling a jolt of electricity as his fingers wrapped around hers. ***

My arm felt as if it had been replaced with a bar of iron and I could barely move my weary limbs. “Goodbye, cruel world.” I thought to myself. Around me, novices tore apart their victims and I was secretly proud of them – even though they weren’t actually in control of their own bodies. Ally sliced open her opponent’s jugular and was rewarded with a fountain of blood and the soldier who had marched before me cut down two foes at once, never revealing his hesitation. My heart cried out for my allies, praying that they would win this battle. Me? I was useless but I was determined to go out with a bang.

Well, if words weren't going to work, maybe if I touched him on the arm that would have a better effect! So, with him still staring into my eyes I lifted up my hand ever so slowly and I gently placed it on his wrist of his arm that was hanging beside him. He was within arms reach after all, so it made it easier for me to reach out and touch him without having to take a step closer. When my hand came in contact with his arm, it was like the skin where I touched turned to fire, causing me to immediately pull my hand back away from him. I even looked down at my hand in amazement to make sure that it was not burned.

Thеn hіѕ hаnd wаѕ оut оf mе and mу іnѕіdеѕ felt so еmрtу! Apparently hе had аррlіеd more lubе to his hand аnd arm and thеn hе rеturnеd іt to my аѕѕhоlе, juѕt bаrеlу touching the swollen rіm. "Lеt mе dо it thіѕ time," аnd I nоddеd оk. I watched аѕ hіѕ hаnd rе-еntеrеd mу аѕѕ, then аѕ more аnd mоrе of his аrm disappeared іnѕіdе. I соuld feel еvеrу іnсh оf іt as hіѕ hаnd рrоgrеѕѕеd thru my rесtum аnd іntо mу соlоn, ѕtорріng only whеn hіѕ elbow reached mу аѕѕhоlе. Thеn hе ѕlоwlу рullеd all the wау out аgаіn and ѕtаrtеd bасk іn...hе wаѕ lіtеrаtеlу fuсkіng mе wіth hіѕ arm!

Jackson raises his left arm, bending it and pressing his forearm tight against my neck. The moment our bodies touch – he only had his hand fisted in my uniform before – it happens again. My eyes fly open as the pulse pounds through the air, almost audible this time. Jackson’s eyes go wide as he stares down at his arm. Desperate, I snap my hands up, pulling at his arm – but, fuck, they do it again – my hands start to heat immediately when they come into contact with him –

Maybe it’s just in my mind, but the only thing I feel as his hand touches my upper arm is sparks. No sizzling, no burning.

A single drop of water escaped the corner of his lips and slid slowly down his jaw before he wiped it away with the back of his hand. God, why does everything he does have to look like that— fucking attractive. He set the bottle down and leaned back in his seat. A moment later, he shifted slightly, accidentally placing his arm on the shared armrest between us. His skin brushed against mine— warm and firm. Neither of us pulled away. The simple touch of his forearm against mine sent a jolt straight through my body. My breath hitched. That small point of contact burned hotter than it had any right to.

She was in no mood to be confronted by her ex. However, when she reached the door, a step shy from making a successful exit, a straight, muscular arm blocked her way. Even with the sharp, silver suit clinging to his arm like second skin, she recognize those hands anywhere, just by their mere touch. Adjusting her breath and trying to calm her pounding heart, she lowered her head and tried to pass him but another arm encircled on her waist on reflex before he retracted it back as if burnt by fire. She almost whimpered. Almost. At the loss of his warmth at the spot where his fingers had touched that was throbbing with need and the familiarity of comfort now.