MARRYING MR. RIGHT (The Brides of Hilton Head Island Book 3) by Sabrina Sims McAfee Page A

only man she’d ever loved. And from where she sat at this very moment, she’d always love the kind and powerful—Zeke Balfour.
                  As they sat on the sofa conversing, a gleam of interest came into Zeke’s eyes. “We have so much catching up to do, Taylor. If you let me, I’m going to spend every minute of my waking hours pampering you. Making up for lost time. Giving you the life that should’ve been given to you a long time ago.”             
                  Taylor desired to lay her head on Zeke’s chest and let him hold her. “But Zeke, we’ve only come back together a few hours ago. How could you say you want such things already? I’m not the same sixteen-year-old girl you remember. I’ve changed. And so have you.”
                  “You’re right, Taylor. You’ve changed, and so have I. A lot has changed about me. Except for one thing. One very important thing.” Peering into her eyes, Zeke tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “And that’s how much I love you. I’ve never stopped loving you.”
                  Flattered by Zeke’s admission, Taylor cupped his jaw. This is too good to be true. “I’ve never stopped loving you either, Zeke.”
                  Zeke bowed his head and gently lowered his lips to hers. “A man knows when he’s met his mate. I met mine when I was eighteen. Unfortunately, she was stolen from me. But now that she’s returned to me, I’m never letting her go. Never, Taylor. Never.”
                  Desire radiated Zeke’s dark eyes. He cupped Taylor’s neck, pulled it forward. Heat swooned inside his eyes as he slinked his think pink tongue into her mouth and kissed her erotically.
                  The strong hardness of Zeke’s lips caused desire to course through Taylor’s veins, set her soul on fire. A hoarse moan rattled inside her throat.
                  Oh God. Tongues curling, his firm lips gliding across hers felt heavenly. Please stay true to your word, Zeke , Taylor thought, drinking his saliva.
                  Zeke broke their heated kiss. “For me to find you in Paris, of all places, is not a coincidence. It’s fate. Fate, Taylor. Fate. This is God’s doing.”
                  “I agree, Zeke. God brought us back together. There is no other explanation.”
                  Zeke ran the pad of his thumb over her swollen lips. “Let me spend the night here with you. We don’t have to have sex. All I’m asking is that you let me hold you, Taylor. Just let me hold you all night long, baby. Please.” Zeke’s husky voice enticed Taylor. Sent chills skittering up her spine. Made her hot, and aroused.
                  “There’s nothing I’d like more than for you to hold me. All…night…long.” My Mr. Right is really here. And he still knows how to make everything in my world right.
                  “Yes!” Zeke gathered Taylor in his strong arms, cradled her to his muscular chest, and held her so tenderly for the rest of the afternoon, and all through the night. And Taylor Spelling couldn’t have been happier.
                 
                 

Chapter Ten
                                L ying on her back sleeping, Taylor felt something hard nudge into the thin pajama bottoms she wore. Awakening from a mild sleep, her eyes fluttered open to the wonderful feel of Zeke’s hard erection pressing into her sheathed buttocks. With her back to Zeke, he threw a heavy arm over her waist and snuggled his masculine body into her form.
                                Wrapped in Zeke’s strong arms, loving the feel of his thick erection slapped on her clothed behind, tingles twirled the pit of Taylor’s stomach. A dull ache settled at her entrance. Her nipples tightened beneath the thin fabric bra she