“Maybe you’re not as strong as you think.” Megan cleared her throat.
It was hard to concentrate with Ean’s body so close to hers. Step back, her mind shouted at him. Her eyes widened as he drew even closer instead. It was as though he’d read her mind and chose to defy her.
Ean lowered his head. “Maybe you’re stronger.”
She’d have to disagree. Right now, with Ean’s body heat slipping into her clothes, she had as much strength as a newborn baby. Her body was so limp, she was in danger of melting into the ground.
“You don’t need to stand this close to hear me.” What happened to her voice? She could barely hear herself.
But she could hear her heart, slamming against her chest. Hear the warnings, screaming in her head. Run before you do something stupid like kiss him back if he kisses you.
Oh, please let him kiss me!
“But I need to stand this close to taste you.” The intensity in his olive gaze pinned her. His rough voice made her body ache.
Megan’s breath left her in a gasp. She opened her mouth to speak, and Ean sealed her lips with his.
The man knew how to work his tongue. He slid into her mouth and explored every inch of that erogenous zone. Megan’s pulse beat fast and hard. The combination of his smell, his touch, his taste, made her mind spin. He stroked the sides of her mouth, teased her tongue. He tasted wonderful. He felt great. She wanted more.
Ean wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. Megan moaned as he pressed his chest to her breasts. Her nipples tightened. An urgency grew in her. Ean’s big hands traced her back. He traveled the curve of her waist to her hips, then cupped her derriere. Her core burned hotter. Megan’s hips jerked against him.
Ean deepened their kiss. He drew her even tighter against him. She felt the throbbing between his legs against her. It echoed her pulse. His right hand followed her curves back up to her left breast. His big hand gently squeezed its weight. The tip of his finger traced the nipple, circling it until Megan wanted to cry from the sensations tightening inside her body.
Her breath drained from her lungs. Was she having an out-of-body experience? She wanted more. She needed more. She had to . . .
. . . pull back. Megan bit her lower lip.
Ean’s unfocused gaze found hers. “What is it?”
Megan’s pulse still raced. Her body throbbed in places with an intensity it never had before. She took a deep breath, then another. “Ramona.”
Ean’s breathing was still ragged. “She broke up with me. Remember?”
“I don’t want to be your rebound romance.”
Ean expelled a rough sigh. “It was six years ago. I’ve rebounded.”
Megan examined his dark, chiseled features—his irritated olive eyes, his thickly knitted brows and his full, sensuous lips, which had once again pulled her hidden desires to the surface.
“I had a crush on you in junior high school.” Why had she blurted that out? What had she been thinking?
“Really?” Ean’s eyes twinkled and his sexy smile stretched his lips.
Megan circled him to put distance between them. “If you didn’t return for Ramona, then why did you come
back to Trinity Falls?”
Ean held her gaze for several silent seconds before turning his broad back to her. Her eyes traced his wide shoulders, then lowered to his tight buttocks. She should have removed his shirt when she’d had the chance.
Ean dragged his right hand over his close-cropped, tight curls. “Something happened to me after my father died. My job, the firm, New York didn’t hold any interest for me anymore. I felt disconnected.”
All thoughts of stripping off his shirt vanished from Megan’s mind. Empathy replaced lust. “That’s part of your grieving process. Give yourself some time.”
He turned to her. “It’s been almost a year.”
“It takes as long as it takes.”
“It’s not about time. I need answers, Megan.”