Chapter 17

I've had some pretty vivid fantasies of my Godfather, that's one thing that I will admit. The man oozed dominance, mystery and sexiness that rubbed off on any female. I'd enjoyed those subtle touches whenever he would place a necklace around my neck, the way his fingers seemed to linger on my waist a second longer than necessary when we pulled away from our hugs and the way that he would give me this intense look as if to whisper to me that it was our little secret.

Not once did those fantasies and subtle touches hold a candle to having his body so close to mine that I felt his chest rise and fall with each breath; the way his breath hit my neck and caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand as his fingers trailed delicately over my arm.

I couldn't say a word- I didn't want to say anything as I lay in his arms, looking at his shirtless chest as I struggled to form any coherent thoughts. I was so tempted to run my hands ov