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“She’s still in here.”
“I admit, I sure was surprised you left your mare. You must have had a huge reason for leaving the country.”
“Oh, I did.”
“What was it?”
“Maybe I’ll tell you sometime,” she said coyly.
“Okay, sugar.” He chuckled. “I’ll hold you to that.”
The music changed from fast to slow, and she leaned into Chad’s muscles, closed her eyes, and inhaled. Leather. Leather and cinnamon. And Chad. Musky, male, perfect Chad. If anything, he’d become even more appealing in the four years she’d been gone.
They swayed gently to the music, their bodies melting together in all the right places. Catie slipped into a dreamworld, a world she hadn’t dared visit in the last four years. A world she’d thought she could forget.
No. She couldn’t forget. They might have only this one dance, but she’d make it worthwhile. She pulled away just a smidge and stared up into Chad’s face. She wanted only to look at him, to drink him in. But his dark eyes smoldered, and she read something in them. Something she couldn’t quite decipher.
“Sugar?” His voice cracked. Just a little, but she noticed.
“Hmm?”
He shook his head slightly. “Goddamn, sugar.”
He lowered his mouth to hers.
Chapter Three
They were the softest, sweetest lips Chad McCray had ever kissed, and he’d kissed a lot. Laced with lime and a touch of salt from her margarita, but mostly they tasted of sweet raspberry wine. Who would have known Catie Bay tasted so good?
Catie Bay.
Little Catie Bay.
Little bit.
Damn.
Chad ripped his lips from hers. Thank God he hadn’t sunk his tongue into her mouth. He’d have been lost then. This way, it remained a friendly kiss. A welcome home kiss. Nothing special, just a little peck between friends.
Damn, he wanted more. He wanted to taste the sweet secrets of her mouth, of that beautiful body pressed against him. Her pert little nipples were hard berries protruding through her cotton blouse. They jutted out, begging for his attention. Had any man had tasted them before? His groin tightened, and he wished, if only for a second, that he could be the first to suck them into hard little pebbles. The first to run his tongue over the silky contours of her body, to taste the nectar she had to offer.
Get hold of yourself, McCray. This is little Catie Bay!
Little Catie Bay who was still looking into his eyes with lusty desire. Hell, she had no idea what she was doing to him.
“Come on, sugar,” he said, “let’s get back to the table.”
“I wanna dance.”
“Another time.” He led her back, his fingers entwining with hers of their own volition. Why did her hand feel so good in his?
Amber was deep in conversation with Harper. Thank God she hadn’t seen him kiss Catie. But he had invited her home with him.
Strange thing, he was no longer interested in a roll in the hay with Amber.
Right now, he wanted a roll in the hay with one sugar-lipped Caitlyn Bay.
He was definitely headed for hell in a hand basket.
