Three Bridesmaids. Three lost loves. One matchmaking bride. With just a week before the wedding, can a bride-to-be reunite her bridesmaids with the ones who got away?
When Anna Maria Costado is caught having a meltdown on live television, her contract as a nighttime tv star is in danger of being cancelled. Taking a much needed break, she returns home to Texas for a friend’s wedding and is faced with the man she left behind, the only man she ever loved, Wyatt Turner.
After a knee injury sidelined his professional football career, Wyatt Turner returned to his alma mater as a football coach. Trying to rebuild a new life, Wyatt buries himself in coaching. Just when he thinks he has moved on from the past, a friend’s wedding reunites him with the woman he once loved and lost, along with his dreams.
Can Anna and Wyatt overcome the circumstances of their past and reclaim the future they were always destined to have?
She moaned and pressed against him, loving the feel of his body against hers. He took that as a sign and lowered his head, his lips claiming hers in a deeper kiss, more powerful and controlling, reminding her no one had ever kissed her like he did and no one ever would. His hands dropped and lifted her, hauling her up so she could feel the press of his erection against her stomach and heat flooded her. Thank goodness, he was holding her up as her knees could no longer support her.
His tongue slid alone the seam of her mouth, slipping inside to tease her, the taste of beer and cotton candy mixing for a heady cocktail. Anna’s head spun with emotions she hadn’t let herself feel in years, not since Wyatt, if she wanted to be honest. She hadn’t trusted another man since him. Not that there hadn’t been others, but not as many as the tabloids alleged, and none ever made her feel on fire as Wyatt did, as if she were burning from the inside, flaming out from the sensations.
He trailed kisses along her jawline to the sensitive spot behind her ear, her head fell back, and she shuddered as chills raced down her spine. She had missed this, had missed Wyatt. She didn’t know where they were going, or even if they had gotten over the past, but nothing had ever felt more right than this moment, in his arms.
Slowly, Wyatt pulled away, his breathing rough and harsh in the quiet night. He stared down at her, the intensity in his gaze pinning her in place, thrilling her, but terrifying her at the same time. What were they doing? How could she walk away from him a second time? How could she survive it?
“Go to bed, Anna. Before we both do something stupid.”
She fled before she could second-guess or make an even bigger mistake than kissing Wyatt. Like begging him to stay with her.