Just A Kiss (Angel Sands 4)

His desire was her desire. His peak was her peak. And as she came again, he joined her, clinging to each other through their explosion. His arms cradled her as though he couldn’t let go, and she felt herself falling into him, hoping he never would.

It felt wonderful. It felt perfect. It felt like she was falling for him. And maybe that was the scariest thing of all.

20

As far as he was concerned, Breck planned to hold her all night. If she tried to move, or roll away, he was determined to move with her. The thick bands of muscle in his arms flexed as he pulled her even closer. Her body relaxed against his, her breathing low and rhythmic. Breck felt his own slow until they were in sync with hers. But the thoughts in his mind were too fevered to allow him to cross the final bridge to sleep.

He could still taste her on his lips. Still feel her on his mouth. The sound of her moans – soft and deep – as he brought her to release still reverberated in his ears. She was filling him up, the thought of her replacing every worry and fear he’d ever had. Caitie had always had that effect, even back when she was a girl. She’d been the moment of stillness before the lashing of rain began. He brushed his lips across her temple, breathing her in. She smelled sinfully good.

He pulled her a little closer, a little tighter, all too aware morning would be creeping in soon. Only a few more hours until she was getting on a flight back to New York, and he’d be driving along the Pacific Highway to Angel Sands.

What then? They hadn’t made any promises, hadn’t exchanged any words of love. But from the moment he’d kissed her, he knew it wasn’t a fling. The ache in his heart told him that much.

He closed his eyes, pulling her closer, trying to think it through. On paper, nothing about them worked. She hated the ocean. He hated Christmas. And if her brother found out about this, he was going to hate them both. And yet somehow, laying in her bed, being together, they felt perfectly compatible.

The bedroom door cracked open, a shaft of light hitting the carpet. Harper was silhouetted in the gap.

“Caitie, are you awake?” she whispered.

Next to him, Cait snuggled closer, her mouth brushing against his bare chest. He wasn’t sure whether to be amused or alarmed, knowing they were seconds away from Harper finding them in bed together. Breck opened his mouth, intending to alert her, but she’d crossed the room to the bed before he could say anything.

“Cait, wake up.” Harper grabbed his arm, shaking it, before jumping back with a yelp. “Oh shit. Breck, is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me. She’s asleep.” He kept his voice low

“So I see.” He could almost hear the raised eyebrows in her voice. “I guess you two made up.”

Caitie mumbled and turned in his arms. He didn’t like the way she was facing away from him. “I didn’t realize we needed to.”

“Well, after you hung up on her the other day I thought you did. Plus there’s the small problem of Rachel. You’d better not be doing the horizontal tango with both of them. If you are I’ll rip your balls off. That’s if Lucas doesn’t do it first.”

Breck chuckled. There was something about Harper he couldn’t help but like. She was forthright, but more than that, she was fiercely loyal. Everybody could do with a friend like her. “Yeah, well I wasn’t planning on telling Lucas anything. Not if I want to make it out of that conversation alive.”

“I thought he was your friend.”

“He is.”

“So why would you lie to him?” she asked, a frown in her voice.

“I’m not planning on lying to him,” Breck told her. “But I’m also not the kind of guy who broadcasts my business all over town. I figure that what’s going on between us is kind of private.” His voice lowered. “I promise you my intentions are honorable.”

Harper nodded. “I’m glad to hear it. You might not know it, but underneath all that armor Caitie has a heart of gold. And she really likes you, Breck. Please don’t hurt her.”

Breck blinked. What a weird conversation to be having while the woman he was holding was asleep. “I like her, too,” he whispered, dropping his head to press his lips against Caitie’s hair.

There was silence for a moment. Harper shifted from one foot to the other. “Well, this is awkward.” She grimaced. “Again. Sorry for disturbing you. I’m going to head to bed and pretend I never saw any of this, okay?”

Breck grinned. “Works for me.”

“Harper?” Caitie sat up. The sheet fell down and exposed her breasts. “Oh shit, what are you doing here?” Hastily, she pulled the sheet back up, jamming the fabric under her arms. Wide eyed, she turned her head to look at Breck. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Is this a private party

or can anyone join in?” she asked.

Harper put her hands up. “Sorry, it’s my fault. I didn’t realize Breck was here. I wanted to check on you before I went to bed. We’ve got an early start in the morning.”

Caitie blinked, as though getting used to the dim light in the bedroom. “Yeah, I’m okay. I set an alarm.” She glanced over to the table beside the bed, where her phone lay face down. “And anyway, Breck’s leaving early. He has to get back to Angel Sands.”

“Long distance love. Oh my heart.” Harper lifted a hand to her chest, mock-swooning.