Novel & Cerita Within Arm's Reach Book

But then his thick arm reached from behind me, pressing his solid heat harder against my back, pinning me against the countertop as his gorgeous, strong man-hand closed on the book I was reaching for, and he held it so I couldn’t get it without taking it from him. I stared at that hand for a minute, his long fingers, and the tendons on the back of it, the way the muscle of his forearm ridged and his knuckles whitened because he was gripping it so hard. The urge was there to stroke my hand down that arm and slide my fingers between his. I wanted to soothe his tension. And that’s why he was so dangerous. With a deep, shaky breath, I slid out from between him and the desk, wishing that I didn’t

As I wrapped my arms around him, I felt a wave of warmth and familiarity wash over me, erasing the distance and time that had kept us apart. In his embrace, I found solace from the chaos of the world, as if everything else faded into the background and it was just the two of us, suspended in a moment of pure connection. His body pressed against mine, creating an intimate space where I could let go of all pretenses and simply be myself. It was in his arms that I felt truly seen and accepted, with all my flaws and imperfections.

hands reach out and grab my arm. I startle and scream, the naked man book flying for my hands to land on the ground with a thud.

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.

She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against my bare forearm as she leaned closer to inspect the stove setting. The brief contact felt like a direct current of electricity shooting straight up my arm. My muscles flexed instinctively, my chest expanding as I fought the urge to drop the spatula, wrap my arms around her waist, and pull her flat against my bare chest. Storm was practically pacing a hole in my mind, his claws digging in. Touch her. Hold her. She’s right here.

I quickly made my way for the shadows and went through the dimly lit paths until I was standing at the center of the pack, close to the fountain. At this hour, prior to the disaster, only a few pack members could be found roaming about the pack. But now, there were a lot of people, almost like the night was the new day. I crouched somewhere beside the fountain and pulled the book out. My fingers were trembling when I pulled it free from my belt, washing my palm over its thick and smooth leather cover. It had a silver crest. For a moment, I hesitated. It was too easy to imagine Odessa's face when she realizes the book is missing. If she does. The row I took it from had been untouched for year

“it’s twenty six minutes now, better hurry.” Ian walked slowly towards me. He grabbed me by my upper arms and pulled me to himself. I gulped nervously. What was he up to now. He raised my face and brought his close. Our eyes indulged in a short conversation. His hands gently massaged my shoulders, and unbuttoned my pajamas. As the shirt fell off my body, I moved to cover my breasts, but the Alpha held me still with our eyes still fixed. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me even closer, that my breasts touched his suit. Ian went down, loosened my pants and pulled it down. “Do not try to cover your body. Not with me, everything about you is mine.” He said. I covered my face with my hand

Soon I heard footsteps and I looked up to see an outstretched arm, that brought back memories. “Get lost!” My mum had yelled at 10-year-old me. I had run out of the house under the heavy rain and had cradled myself this same way then, sobbing and I had heard footsteps and heard footsteps, I looked up and saw outstretched arms. Now those outstretched arms from ten years ago were in front of me but this time, I didn’t know whether to take those hands.

I peeked on eye open and I see his arm stretched all the way from his spot to mine. My eyes widened at his arm. It was stretched so far but the width of the arm was still the same. I gasped when I see his arm above me falling down on me. I quickly rolled over to the side and I was able to dodge it by an inch. I breathed in and looked back at it. It was still staring straight at me. I see him moving his shoulder in my direction, then a chain effect followed along his arm. I realize that he was going to slam his arm onto me so I shuffled onto my feet to run away but he got to me first.

Sometimes he would get something or whatever book he wanted to read. He seems much calmer, why is he able to be calm while getting a book and reading here near me? While I'm here… I just want to finish all the work and go home. "Yes, we're almost done," I said, my heart is drumming. He is behind me, while I am finishing my work and I am just wiping the books here. He placed his right arm on the top of the shelf, where I was wiping under it. I saw how his veins protrude as if he is doing that on purpose. But when I slowly looked at his arms and upwards, I saw that he doesn't do it on purpose.