A woman hides the child she conceived with a comatose mafia don, raising the baby alone in secret. Years later, the powerful father wakes and discovers the truth, forcing a collision between the family she built and the dangerous world he belongs to.
muscles a quick squeeze. We both froze. I quickly pulled my hand back while Shane looked away for a a second. He cleared his throat awkwardly. Did you hurt your ankle? The pain in my ankle finally hit me, but I was already embarrassed enough. I just wanted to get out of there. No, I'm fine.
I tried to stand, but the pain sent me stumbling back into Shane. This time, both my hands landed on his chest. Shane's hand locked tightly around my waist. My face burned as we stared at each other. He finally let out a soft chuckle. Sorry, Ms. Hart.
Then he wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me up. I sank against his cool chest. He smelled faintly of cedar and something clean and green. My heartbeat suddenly went uneven. My cheeks warmed. Shane placed me on the bed in the guest room and put a pillow behind my back. The doctor is on his way.
He was close. Close enough for me to see his throat move. The pale line of his collarbone beneath his shirt. His tall frame. Broad shoulders and narrow waist. Even through the thin fabric i could see the firm lines of his body three years ago shane had rarely been wearing clothes around me his body had been nearly perfect like a greek stature i still
tracing my fingers over his abs and feeling his skin trembled beneath them i'd lost all restraint i'd pinned him down again and again now shane stood in front of me looking so