My Forbidden Lover's Secret Baby

learly, he hadn't though. It might've been comical, if he didn't look so unbelievably hot standing there in the doorway with his jeans riding low beneath his taut stomach muscles

rink?" Heath asked, a

l standing there in the doorway, staring at her. Chelsea couldn't help but place a hand on his shoulder as she neared him, gently pushing her way through. The motion was enough to get him to step aside, but the contact sent an electric sizzle all the way up her arm. His skin was warm, his muscle

uch a way that he would have a full view of just how grown up she'd gotten, sho

oul over to the devil. Maybe he was in a way. If the two

standing a few feet into the kitchen now, still looking killer in only those jeans. She handed him his drink, popped t

sip of his beer before he repli

ckered, walking past him. She n

, the light from the kitchen the only soft illumination, he followed, grabbing the chair at the

s looking at her curves, the soft mounds of flesh that jutted out of the top of her shirt. She glanced up at him as her second shoe came off, and H

sked, swirling her beer bottle around on the ta

the weekend. Are you pl

now if she would want the guest bedroom. But the other imp

ke didn't

here came back to her, and Chelsea couldn't help but sigh in

ned-and a bit relieved that his awkwa

t my head right." She shrugged. "It's too bad

is summer?" Heath asked, possibly trying t

over here, though. My mom had a tendency

eyes dropped down the length of her, and then that

l of these years. He'd always treated her like she was just Mike's annoying littl

ong. She wasn't drunk enough not to know what she was doing, and he wasn't drunk at all. But if Mike found out-he'd kill both of them. Chelsea took a deep breath, her eyes locked on

is seat. She could definitely have him if she wanted him. She just had to decide whether or