HE’S THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY.
SHE’S THE ONE HE NEVER GOT OVER.
Was it a teenage crush, love at first site, or just pure and simple lust?
It was only one weekend, then he walked away claiming that if the stars aligned, fate would bring them back together someday.
Fast forward fifteen years. He’s back and his sights are set on her.
My eyes flit around the room and land on a pair of brilliant blue eyes that are staring back at me. The man they are attached to is gorgeous, tall, tanned—in other words—sex on legs. His bright blue eyes are focused on mine like two laser beams. His lips, his full beautiful lips, curl up at the sides as he tips his glass my way. Suddenly, he’s headed in my direction, his strides long and calculated. A panther on the prowl, hunting and I am the prey. It’s him, Darian Black. My first love. The man who walked away. The man who haunts my wet dreams.
“Do you know who I am?” he whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
I recognized her as soon as she walked into the room, Jordan Sinclair, the girl I’ve never forgotten. She’s no longer a girl. I can’t take my goddamn eyes off her. She stands out like she has a spotlight on her, an angel from heaven sent down just for me. She stops in her tracks when she sees me. Uncertainty written all over her beautiful face as she stands there nibbling on her bottom lip, making me want to pull it out and suck on it. The light catches on the soft tendrils of her honey blond hair, her huge brown eyes stare back at me. She has a special glow to her that is unmatched by anyone else around her. As I stare at her in that moment, I can honestly say she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
“Mine,” I growl to myself as I stride towards her. It’s not over between us. I’m back and I’m a selfish bastard. We have a lot of time to make up for.
Unfortunately, there is someone else out there. He’s dangerous and Jordan has become his new obsession. He also wants her and will stop at nothing in order to make her his.