Journee raised her palm and signalled everyone to stay put. Everyone knew that she could get out of Archer's grip in one move. She just didn't want to hurt him.
But somehow she didn't want to get out of his grip. His touch felt so good. The warmth emanating from his arm and his palm was sending shivers down her spine. She had no idea why, but when Archer dug his fingers into her back, her body flinched automatically, and her breath shuddered. She wanted Archer to move his hand under her shirt. She wanted to rip Archer's shirt and bury her teeth in every inch of his skin.
