The heat from the roaring stone fireplace burned against Anya's back, but it was nothing compared to the intense, burning heat radiating from Reyansh Malhotra's body.

He had her pinned against the stone mantle. His large hands gripped her waist firmly, and his tall, broad frame completely surrounded her. Anya's hands were pressed flat against his chest. She had put them there to stop herself from falling, but now, her palms were resting directly against his warm skin where his black linen shirt was unbuttoned.