Bella’s eyes snapped wide open as his fingers dipped between her thighs. Her breathing quickened and her teeth clamped on her bottom lip in a hasty attempt to silence herself before a squeak could escape her lips. It felt good, but she wasn’t sure if it was supposed to (and she wasn’t about to face the humiliation of making an out-of-place noise!) Letting her hands wander down his shoulders and across his bare back served as an adequate distraction from her dilemma. She took note of every muscle and dip; of his scars and the light hairs.

“I’ll be fine,” she murmured, unsure if she was trying to reassure him or herself.

---