A little more than a year later
“You know you want me. Take me.” She looked up at him with passion-darkened eyes that reminded him of a stormy sea as she pulled him down on her with surprising strength for such a small, delicate woman. Bracing himself on his elbows, he plunged inside her welcoming heat.
Jake woke in a cold sweat, hard as stone from the incredibly erotic, recurring dream that had been disturbing his sleep practically every night since he first saw Meghan Bryant over a year ago.
He’d prayed for months after meeting her that this obsession with her would go away. It hadn’t. He was done with trying to tell himself she wasn’t for him. Finished with reminding himself about his duty toward his family and his heritage.
So what if she wasn’t the virgin he was expected to marry? Who cared if she’d meet with his domineering mother’s approval? Meghan was the only woman who’d ever robbed him of his sleep whenever she wasn’t haunting his dreams.
All I have to do is find the perfect excuse to get together with her for some reason other than at her daughter’s checkups.
When he left for his office that morning, a small, black and white puppy was staying out of the rain under the stairs to his second-floor Harbour Island condo. After checking around the complex and not finding its owner, he named the puppy Patches and took her to a nearby vet for a checkup and a bath. That evening when he came home, he played with the pup, who seemed gentle and lovable enough to give a five year old child.
“You’re the excuse I needed to contact my dream girls,” he told Patches as he picked up his phone and dialed Meghan’s number.