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While on vacation, Megan Donnelly visits a fortuneteller and is told that she will soon meet her soul mate. While most women would be thrilled to hear this news, Megan can’t let go of the college sweetheart who left her at the altar.
Chip Nealon wasn’t looking for love, but the bright and beautiful Megan has him falling head over heels.
How will he convince Megan look toward the future instead of living in the past?
“Megan.” His voice was low, intimate. The husky sound arousing in its intensity. My gaze met his and I lost myself in his chocolaty depths. Part of me wanted to look away, but I was too mesmerized. He moved closer and continued to speak.
“I really like you. I can’t explain it, but from the moment we met, I felt drawn to you.” He stroked my cheek, using just his fingertips. “I’d like to get to know you better, see where this can go.”
From anyone else, that would’ve sounded like a pathetic line, but for some reason, coming from Chip it seemed sincere. I didn’t know what to say.
I put my head down to escape his gaze. Chip leaned closer still. My heart raced. The arousing combination of his warm skin and cologne mingled with the salty sea air drifted to my nose. He took the drink out of my hand and placed it on the deck floor. Placing a gentle hand under my chin, he lifted my mouth to his.
The quick kiss nearly melted me in my seat and I wanted more. He must have read my mind, because in the next instant, his mouth covered mine again. Lime and salt lingered on his palate, but as our tongues tangled, I finally got to taste his true essence. The man is delicious.
I knew I should stop before I lost all sense of reason, but all I could manage was to take my now empty hand and wrap it around the back of his neck. Chip moved closer, pressing his mouth more fully to mine. I felt him shift and stir, heard his chair creak. In the next instant, he was on his knees directly in front of me.
He eased between my thighs and wrapped his arms around my lower back, pulling me forward in the chair, closer to his heat. Our thighs, hips, and chests touched and sizzled.
Chip broke the kiss and looked directly into my eyes, seemingly asking permission to continue. I ran my hand down the side of his face, relishing the feel of the five o’clock shadow that rasped the soft skin of my palm. The corners of my mouth lifted in a small answering smile.
His fingers plowed through my hair and tilted my head back and to the side. I had expected a full-blown, tongue-tangling kiss, but instead he nibbled at my bottom lip before placing his mouth over mine and applying a wonderful suction that nearly brought me to my knees.
My mind whirled as Chip’s mouth opened and closed in a steady rhythm. Long and hard, soft and gentle, our tongues tangled in a hot, sexual assault. He literally made love to my mouth and I didn’t want him to stop. A groan emerged from Chip’s chest and he pulled back.
“Wow,” he whispered, before dipping his head and starting all over again.