Just A Kiss (Angel Sands 4)

She had this way of talking that made every cell in his body tingle. Caitie was naturally sexy, and the fact she had no idea of her allure only made her sexier. Every time he was with her he wanted to touch her. And every time he touched her, he wanted more. “Shall we go to bed?” he whispered.

“It’s only five o’clock.”

He grinned. “All this talk about weddings has tired me out.”

“You’re crazy,” she said, though the smile on her face told him otherwise.

Not caring what anyone else thought, he kissed her softly. “Crazy about you.” And he was. Over the top in love with this girl. And damn if that didn’t make him scared and excited all at the same time.

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The next morning, the two of them were laying in the long grass atop a blanket. Breck’s body was curled around Caitie’s, his arms wrapped around her torso. In a few hours she’d be leaving for New York again. She was dreading it.

“So what do you think?” Breck murmured against her hair. “Are you ready for the wedding?”

“Just about,” she said. “Martine’s a real gem. She’s got everything under control. There’s a few things we need to iron out over the next couple of days, but apart from that, we’re there.”

“Lucas owes you a lot,” Breck said. “Ember, too.”

She smiled. “I owe them, too.”

“What makes you say that?” He stroked her arm with soft hands. Her skin tingled as his fingers trailed from her shoulder to her wrist. That’s what he did to her with the slightest touch. Set her on fire until there was no way to douse the flames.

“Because organizing this wedding led me to you. If I hadn’t come to Lucas’s engagement party, we might not have met again. And we definitely wouldn’t have gotten together.”

“Oh, we would have.” Breck sounded so sure. “We were meant to be. I knew you were who I wanted as soon as I saw you at the Beach Club. Actually, I didn’t even know it was you. All I saw was a beautiful girl who took my breath away the moment she smiled at me. The rest was history.”

He took her breath away, too. She closed her eyes, letting the winter sunrays warm her skin. The air around them was completely still, not even a blade of grass moved. “I knew it was you the moment you turned around,” she told him. “I’d been staring at your back, trying to figure out who you were, but as soon as I saw your face, I knew.”

He moved her hair, pressing his lips to the side of her neck. They were warm and soft, leaving a tantalizing trail on her skin wherever they touched. “So, what are we going to do about this?”

Her breath caught in her throat at the sensations he was causing. It was toe-curlingly good. “Right now, I’ll do whatever you want.”

Breck laughed, his lips still moving against her throat. “If only you were that easy to control. I’d kidnap you and keep you at home with me.”

She liked the sound of that. Or she would if it wasn’t for the beach bungalow. That would be too much. “Harper’s been talking to real estate agents. There are a few places she thinks might work for us in L.A..”

His mouth stilled against her skin. “Oh yeah?”

It was strange how talking about this was making her chest feel full. As though her heart was pressing against her ribcage. “Yeah. We talked about it last week. She’s been wanting to move to L.A. forever. And now that I’ve got the contract, it just makes sense.” And it would be closer to him. She wondered if he heard the subtext in her words.

He pushed his hand inside her blouse, pressing his palm against her skin. Goosebumps broke out across her flesh. She could feel his excitement pressing against her. “That would make me the happiest man alive,” he told her.

“Only a couple of hours from Angel Sands,” Caitie said, trying to ignore the desire pulsing inside her. “You could visit me. I could visit you. I’ll be free most weekends.”

“Fridays have never sounded so sweet,” he said, turning her head so he could kiss her lips. “I’ll take whatever I can from you, sweetheart. I’ll never get enough.”

Nor could she. Not now, and not ever. Her need for Breck felt like a piece of her, a part that ran so deep she couldn’t avoid it if she tried. She’d move mountains to fulfill it, cross continents, face her biggest fears. Right now it seemed she was doing all these things, and it was as effortless as breathing.

“I love you, Caitie Russell,” he whispered against her lips. “More than you’ll ever know.”

She tasted the sweetness of his words, swallowing them with her kisses.

Only ten more days until the wedding, only a few more mountains to climb. For the first time in her life, she felt as though she would be able to reach the summit, and finally be able to enjoy the view.

Like this man holding her in his strong arms, she knew it would be breathtaking.

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