It’s been two years since Sophie lost her husband and daughter in a car wreck but time still hasn’t healed her wounds. A desperate choice leads her to Trevor, the handsome stranger who saves her life and leaves her wanting more than just a few steamy kisses.

Trevor is content living the fast-paced life of a successful NYC entrepreneur. The last kind of complication he needs is a troubled woman like Sophie. But he’s immediately drawn to her even if his bachelor instincts scream for him to run.

As Sophie struggles to fight her growing feelings for Trevor, she’s torn between her past and the future. Can she find the strength to finally let go and move on with a man who is everything she never thought she wanted? 

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“Sophie.”

Large hands settled on her waist, spinning her around to face him. His big, lean body was mere inches from hers, so close she could feel the heat of him, sense the barely leashed power. Her hands fluttered about, finally settling on his strong forearms, trying to push him away, but he was having none of it.

“Sophie, look at me.”

She did, meeting his captivating gaze, and she was instantly lost. Desire crackled in his eyes. He was so ruggedly beautiful. She tried to remind herself this was too soon, summon a mental image of Peter, but all she could see was rakish black hair, a pair of honey-gold eyes and firm lips about to give her a kiss.

“Trevor,” she said, trying to form an objection.

“I want to kiss you.”

His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her body into contact with his. Every inch of his muscled form pressed into her softness. Her breath left her lungs in a faint whoosh. The feel of him against her was so arousing, so right.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” His warm breath fanned her lips.

“No. Yes.” She blinked. “I don’t know.”

She couldn’t do this. Peter’s memory deserved better than this, her pawing some stranger in the kitchen. He had been such a good, kind man. He deserved better.

But even as the thoughts swirled through her mind, she pressed closer to him, basking in his heat and touch. She ran her hands up his arms, then down over his chest, enjoying the ripple of powerful muscles beneath her fingertips.

His lips were half an inch from hers, on the brink of the kiss she so desperately craved. All she had to do was lean in to him.

“Kiss me, Sophie.”

She hesitated for the briefest second, then leaned forward, brushing her lips hesitantly over his. He groaned, his hands roaming over the small of her back in a caress. The chaste kiss deepened as Trevor angled his lips over hers, applying just enough force to make her want more.

Her hands were tangled in his hair before she even knew what she was about and she was clinging to him as if she was afraid he would disappear. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, sending sparks of heat shimmying through her body to pool low in her belly.

“Open for me,” he whispered.

She obeyed, her knees growing weak as his tongue swept into her mouth. He tasted of hazelnut coffee and she had never tasted anything so deliciously decadent and wonderful. She wanted more.

She wanted him.