Free Kiss Me Maybe (Princess Cruises Presents: Kindle Love Stories) by Heather Burch Page A

music. “Wow.” His gaze flittered over the beautiful decor, the perfect combination of a luxury hotel and an island getaway, with warm, serene colors and tropical murals all set off by ambient lighting.
    A dark-haired female crewmember dressed in white and sporting a little gold name tag smiled. “She is beautiful, isn’t she? Wait until you see the Piazza.” The woman, with a hint of a European accent, pointed him to the elevators. He spotted Red getting into one and hoped to muscle his way to her, but the door closed. “Aloha Deck Number Twelve. You’re in one of our balcony staterooms. Have a wonderful week.”
    Alexander thanked her and entered the elevator. The redhead floated through his mind as he rode to twelve. He knew where to find her. Neptune’s. Just as he slipped his key from his pocket, he saw it. The flash of red hair and an oomph sound as the woman in the stateroom next door struggled with her shoulder bag. Though tucked into the alcove separating his door from hers, there was no denying the flash of hair as she tumbled inside. Red was his next-door neighbor.
    And Alex couldn’t be happier to be on a ship headed for the Caribbean.

Chapter 2
    Maritime legend suggests Aquanna, the seawitch, controls the wind.
    Megan Cooper had a job to do and she’d do well to remember that. But the salty sea air and the gorgeous sunshine beckoned, and before she could think twice, she was stretched out on a cushioned chaise and soaking up the sun. Already she felt miles and miles away from the responsibilities that waited at home. “Come back new,” the brochure had said. Oh, she planned to do that and so much more. When the first bits of sweat began to glisten on her flesh, Megan rose from her spot and jumped into the pool. She came up quickly, head thrown back and loving the feel of the fresh, cool water on her limbs and torso. She’d been a gold medalist in high school, taking every blue ribbon and setting records for swimming. But small-town glory was nothing compared to her love of the water. Any body of water. She tilted and floated on her back. She could stay like that for hours if she chose, but when her stomach growled, she decided it was time to leave her aquatic home and return to the one on Aloha Deck twelve. It was just as Megan rose from the side of the pool that she felt the gentle tug on the back of her hair. She turned and saw nothing, so she gave a one-shouldered shrug and got out. A blue-and-white striped beach towel waited for her, but the tug again. She turned again, nothing. Something was jerking on her hair and the joke was losing its humor.
    Megan spun, glancing behind her and only vaguely aware of a tall form making its way to her while she left a puddle of water on the deck. She stopped dead when a voice interrupted her puppy-chasing-her-tail motion.
    “May I help?” The sound was velvet, deep, filled with sin and just enough friendliness to cause nice girls to nearly faint then open their arms wide and obey whatever that voice commanded. Megan blinked; she might have nodded but wasn’t sure until a firm hand landed on her shoulder. The other made its way to the back of her swimsuit and, remembering horrifying moments from high school, she wondered if he was going to release the clasp. She sucked a breath, waiting for the spring. But instead, he waited for her command.
    She’d closed her eyes, but opened one and looked up up up over her shoulder and into a dark gaze.
    A delicious smile tilted the side of his cheek. “May I?” He nodded toward her back. “You have a bit of your hair caught in the clasp.”
    “Oh.” Her eyes flew open fully and she nodded.
    His hand left her shoulder and she felt the gentlest tug across the middle of her back. The sensation was dizzying. Gooseflesh broke out along her arms.
    “Just about there,” he purred, his hand seeming to move like an expert’s. He released a long breath that slid over her exposed skin and into all the intimate places one