If the road to Heaven starts in Hell then I was ready to start climbing my way out and Ruben Strong was the man to accompany me. With his devastating good looks, seductively sexy charm and lust for adrenaline he was sure to make it a sensual and erotic experience as well as one to re-awake the passionate, throw-caution-to-the-wind woman I'd once been.
I'd given Ruben something, though, without him realizing, and that gift had come from the man I'd loved before. But I couldn't tell Ruben. I had to keep that a tight secret even as our naked bodies wound together, sought out pleasure and hit the dizzy heights of ecstasy as one. Because Ruben had my husband's heart, literally, and that heart was still in love with me, so it seemed, and now I was in love with Ruben.
Emotions tangled with bliss, and fears were locked away as I surrendered to the touch of Ruben's hands, the taste of his skin and the sounds of his pleasure. I couldn't deny that Ruben had brought me back to life the same way I had him and there was no way I was giving up that feeling, not for anyone.