Solid Steel (Unseen Enemy Book 6) by Marysol James Page A

fucking huge one. He took a deep breath and he just went for it.
    “Selena… I know.”
    She froze. “You know what?”
    “I know why you’re covering your chest. I know it’s not just modesty.” His gorgeous face was hard but his voice was gentle. “I know about your surgery, babe.”
    Selena gave a small cry and spun around again, holding her top even tighter against herself. She lowered her face to the material, shut her eyes again. She was mortified – completely and totally mortified – and all she wanted was to dive in to a hole and never, ever re-emerge. Because if Luke knew, then so did Dallas and so did Mark.
    When her whole body started to shake, Luke slid his arms around her waist, tugged her close. She stiffened, just for a second, but then she relaxed in to his embrace. She leaned back against him, her warm skin pressed to his bare chest, and she wept.
    She cried for the women in her family and for the loss of her breasts, and because she was so damn exhausted and hurting, and because she was scared about Griff. She never cried, never let herself be seen as weak or out of control – never , ever – but for a few minutes, Selena just let herself feel it. She felt everything .
    Luke held her, his face buried in her tousled hair. When her legs gave out beneath her, he caught her and lowered them both to the floor. He leaned against the bed, pulled her back to rest between his legs.
    “Cry, babe,” he murmured in her ear. “Just cry. I got you.”
    She turned in his arms now, still clutching the pyjama top to herself. Her face was buried in his chest, her tears were warm on his skin, her legs were curled up under her. Carefully, mindful of her injury, Luke gathered her closer.
    He was amazed at how small and fragile she was in this moment. Fuck, she was totally broken right now, and all Luke wanted to do was help her put herself back together again. He just wanted to offer her some strength; God knows, he had plenty, and he’d give her some of his without a second thought.
    Selena barely felt Luke’s hard, powerful body: all she felt was incredible warmth. The man was pure heat and she felt like she was in a cocoon, surrounded and safe. Nothing bad could get to her here, nobody could hurt her, not ever again. Luke wouldn’t allow it, she knew. He’d stand between her and anything that was determined to cause her pain or worry… she could trust him. She could look to him for help and support. For acceptance.
    Maybe even for love.
    Slowly, she calmed. She half-expected Luke to release her now, but instead he tightened his grip around her body. She didn’t fight it, not at all. She relaxed fully, just sank down on to him.
    After a minute, Luke pushed her hair back, lifted her chin. Her beautiful eyes gazed up at him and he was shocked at the heat in them. The urge to kiss her was strong now, stronger even than it had been that day at the track, but he kept his desire in check. She was drugged and in pain and upset: only an asshole would take advantage of her like this.
    “You good?” he asked.
    “Yeah,” she said, her voice rough from crying. “Better now.”
    He nodded. “So. We’re sprawled together on the ground again, huh?”
    Startled, she laughed. He watched as her beautiful face lit up and opened up, and right away his cock hardened. Fuck, she was stunning and it suddenly occurred to him that they were both half-naked and all wrapped around each other. She didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, either.
    Carefully, he ran his hand up her waist, up her arm, across her shoulder. She shivered at his touch, and when he paused just above the pyjama top that she was still holding in a death grip, she stared up at him. The look of pure, shining trust on her face almost killed him and he gently bunched the material in his hand.
    “Selena?”
    In her name, she heard everything that he was asking, everything he wanted to give her. And all she knew was that she wanted to say ‘yes’, to accept