Aurelia Shaw's eyes flew open, her mind blank for a moment. She stared wide-eyed, stunned for a long time before she remembered to push Mason Nightshade. But the man's body was too massive; she couldn't budge him at all. Her legs were pinned beneath his, especially the injured one, unable to move even a fraction.
"Mmm... Mason... Mason Nightshade... let go... mmm..."
Mason Nightshade gave her no chance to catch her breath.
Aurelia Shaw felt a dizzy lack of oxygen in her brain, her breathing disordered. Her beautiful cheeks flushed deep red, and her hands gradually fell limp, though her fingers stubbornly clung to Mason Nightshade's shirt, crumpled tightly in her grasp.
Mason Nightshade had many scars from "combat honors"; they were his manly pride! But caused by a woman, especially one so frail—it was probably the first time.
But he'd never thought to guard against her at all.
