There was a hard arm circling her waist, she realized after a few moments.

When his hard arms were around her, nothing could harm her.

She looked away, gripping the steering arm so hard that her hand shook.

All those hard arms that craved to crush her soft body.

Then a hard arm went around her waist and she was jerked back to safety.

She touched his arm, a little hard but not to hurt.

The memory of being held in a man's hard arms had disappeared.

He kept his hard arm around her, managing the reins with one hand.

She leaned on the strange boy with the thin, hard arms.

His hard arm was around her shoulders, and Jane smiled up at him.