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There was nothing intimate about the way they held hands. Their fingers weren’t interlaced, he wasn’t rubbing his thumb across the back of her hand. But Abby would take this small step and call it progress. At least he didn’t act appalled at the fact he was holding hands with his assistant strolling along the beach. Knowing Cade, he was thinking of how big he could make a resort here and what amenities to add to make it the best on the island.
“So, is this what you would like if you were on your honeymoon?” Cade asked, surprising her.
She absorbed everything all at once—the harp to one side, the rhythmic ocean waves to the other, her body full from an amazing meal and the man of her dreams holding her hand while walking on a deserted beach in the moonlight.
“It would be a dream come true.”
“Then I hope one day you get your wish,” he said in a tone so soft, she barely heard him over the surf. “You deserve to do things for yourself and not just for others. You’re a hard worker, but at some point you’re going to have to take a break if you want to find that man to take these long walks on the beach.”
She smiled. “Are you sure you can give me advice on taking a break from work? Aren’t we currently working while researching a honeymoon?”
A slight shrug and a smile confirmed everything she said was true and he had no place to argue. This easy banter helped ease her and give her more confidence. Cade was so easy to talk to, so fun to be with, especially when he relaxed.
Cade stopped walking. “I really appreciate all the effort you’ve put into this.”
She turned to him, the slight movement causing a strand of hair to blow across her face and cling to her lip gloss. Before she could take the wisp away, Cade pulled the hair from her mouth in a slow, easy manner, his fingertip trailing across her cheek. Abby felt his touch all through her.
The thin material of her dress floated against her body in the breeze, making her ultra-aware of the skimpy thong she wore underneath. Her nipples puckered at the realization that this was the first time she’d stood before Cade wearing something sexy, something she’d picked out just with the idea of being with him tonight.
Not that she thought they were going to go back to his room and get down to something other than business, but she had to at least feel sexy or she’d never be able to drum up the nerve to go through with this seduction thing.
“Abby?”
Cade’s tipped head and questioning tone pulled her back to the fact the man of her dreams was trying to get her attention.
“Sorry. I was dreaming of doing this again one day. With my husband,” she quickly added.
“You want to come to Cancún for your honeymoon?”
Abby shrugged. “Anywhere would be fine with me. I would even stay home if I knew we wouldn’t be disturbed. That’s what honeymoons are all about—privacy.”
“And what you do with that privacy,” he said with a knowing grin, releasing her hands.
A shiver crept up her spine. “Exactly.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets and stepped closer. “Seeing as how you used to be in this business, how would you recommend a couple spend that private time?”
Had his voice just taken on a sexier, lower tone?
“Well, I just did the wedding planning and put together some honeymoon packages. What they did after that was up to them. I’m pretty sure they didn’t need guidance.”
“No, but what about special touches?” Cade’s eyes roamed over her face, down to her breasts and back to her mouth. “Like tonight, for example. Did you ever arrange intimate dinners like this?”
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
“What else can you do?”
His eyes never wavered from her mouth and Abby had to force herself to keep her knees locked and not melt into a puddle.
“Whatever the couples preferred,” she told him, trying to concentrate on his question. “You get to know a couple pretty well while planning their wedding. I tried to make some things a surprise and tailor events to their tastes. One couple was adventurous, so I planned a skydiving lesson for them. That may be a bit too much for my taste, though.”
Charcoal eyes still bore into her as one corner of his mouth kicked up in a half grin. “What kind of taste do you have?”
Was that a rhetorical question? From the look on his face, he wanted to know what she tasted like. Abby just hoped that whatever spark he was feeling carried over when they weren’t surrounded by such intimacy.
“I’m simple.” She wiped her hair back from her face. “This dinner was great. I like being out in the open like this, but still all alone.”
