Why shouldn’t an eligible man like Jason Sherwood plan a Valentine’s Day merger with a woman whose elegant body melted at his touch last year on February fourteenth? A mysterious woman who disappeared like a wraith. A vibrant creature who came apart in his arms like only the right woman does for the right man. But Mara Richardson left Jason for a good reason…and after a year of looking for her, he still doesn’t know why. But he has to learn. Has to get her naked, wild for him again. Give her those little sugary candies that say, Be Mine, and show her that, despite only hours with her last year, he needs her to be his. Forever.
A sharp knock at the door had her jumping. She glanced at her watch. Two o’clock. Time enough to listen, dicker, and still catch her plane. Mr. Capitol Communications better have a swell counter-offer or we’re both dead meat.
She swung open the door. “Hello, Mister—”
Her throat closed. Her heart pounded. Her nipples beaded reminiscent of the night when that savage, hungry mouth had shaped them and sucked them. Her pussy gushed at her memories of how this man had used those firm lips to lick her clit and fill her cunt. Then with a heart-pounding persistence, he had rammed her so good and hard, he’d graced her with the best screaming orgasms of her entire life.
“Sherwood, Mara. Jason Sherwood,” said the unforgettable creature outside her door. His blue eyes wore an appealing, apologetic look. His mouth tried for a smile but couldn’t quite make it. He was nervous. He was apprehensive. He was so very damn good looking. And he was determined to come in. “May I?” He nodded toward the conference room. “I brought some things. Hungry? I am.”
She stepped backward. A former press aide who ate journalists for breakfast and a media trainer who taught people how to tick off talking points like time bombs, she was for once in her lonely life utterly speechless.
And the only thing she cared to do was look at him. Absorb him into her skin. Treasure him.
His sea blue eyes. His sun-kissed hair. Wet from snow. His pink cheeks. Chapped from the icy wind. His comforting height. Five, maybe six inches taller than she. And stepping right up to her, drinking in her confusion and her delight at his sudden appearance, growing confident now. Grinning down at her.
“Hi, baby,” he whispered, one big fist sinking into her chignon and destroying it. “I missed you something fierce. Let me kiss you. Now that I’ve found you, I’m not letting you go until we know so much about each other, you’ll either hate me or never leave me again.