Knight let Dove set the pace, get comfortable with him touching her. He was slow with his movements, gingerly moving his free to her waist to pull her closer. He could feel his pulse rising, and tried to temper the desire that flared to life. His hands were starting to get eager, roam over her curves as he slid closer. He still couldn't quite believe this was happening. How many times had he told himself that he was too damaged for Dove to even see him? Yet, here they were.