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“Funny how you’re more worried about Brecken than this multi-million dollar deal. Says a lot, don’tcha you think?” Harper grinned.
Ignoring her, Caitie walked through the adjoining door to her own bedroom. Of course her business was more important than anything else. It was just that every time Breck was near, he messed up her mind. And damn if she didn’t like the way he made her feel.
19
Half an hour later, Harper ran out of their suite like she was being chased by a bull, her scarf trailing behind her. Caitie turned to look at Breck right as the door opened up again.
“Forgot my phone,” Harper said, running across the living room. “Don’t mind me.” She grabbed it and turned on her heel, leaving all over again, her breath coming out in pants.
When the door closed behind her for a second time, Caitie bit down a smile and slowly turned to look at Breck. He was leaning on the wall, arms folded across his chest, the skin at the corner of his eyes crinkling up as he smiled at her.
“Hello,” he said, his smile widening.
“Hi.”
She felt breathless as the air around them snapped and crackled. The hairs on her neck stood up. Breck slowly pushed off the wall and walked over to the sofa where she was standing, his strides long and confident.
Caitie didn’t move. She wasn’t even sure if she could. Her muscles were tense with anticipation, her skin tingling with need. There was a half-smile on his lips as he reached out for her chin, using the pads of his fingers to tip her face up.
“Cait…” His voice caressed her ears. She loved the way her name sounded on his lips.
“Did you know you’re the only one who calls me that?” she asked breathlessly.
“Do you mind?”
She shook her head slowly, his fingers still holding her. “No. I like it.” Too much.
He took another step forward, his eyes firmly on hers. “I like it, too,” he said. “The same way I like you.”
Her chest tightened. Standing so close to him felt overwhelming. She could smell the woody scent of his cologne, feel his firm touch as his fingers caressed her jaw. Everywhere she looked, all she saw was him.
“Where were we last week?” he asked her.
The corner of her lip quirked up. “Remind me?”
He chuckled and lowered his head until his lips were a breath away from hers. She could see the thickness of his eyelashes, the strong line of his nose, the warmth of his skin where it was kissed by the California sun.
“I think it was a little like this,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers.
“It’s coming back to me…”
“Or maybe like this.” He slid his hand along her jaw, his fingers curling around her neck. Slowly, tantalizingly, he deepened their kiss, his mouth moving against hers. She could feel it down to her toes, her body aching and needy at his touch. He slid his hand down, fingers feathering her spine, pulling her closer until her body pressed against his.
God, he felt good. Firm, strong, and everything she needed. He kissed her again, his mouth greedy. She looped her arms around his neck, rolling on her toes to kiss him back.
She could feel his fingers on the small of her back where her blouse had pulled away from her waistband, warm and soft against her skin. He pushed up, splaying his strong palms against her, pulling her closer, closer, until she wasn’t sure where he ended and she began.
She needed more. So much more. She pulled her own hands down and tugged at his shirt, sliding them beneath to feel the hard ridges of his stomach.
“Cait,” he whispered against her lips.
Her need was thrumming, aching, driving her for more. She moved her hands up, around, wanting to feel every inch of him. When it still wasn’t enough, she tugged at the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one by one until it fell open, revealing his strong, hard chest, his warm skin dappled with sunbleached hair.
She devoured him with her eyes, feeling the need for him aching at her core. As if he could sense her desire, he pushed his leg between hers, the hard ridge of his thigh muscles giving her blessed relief.
“We should go to my room,” she whispered. “If you want to, that is.”
His eyes caught hers. His dark desire made her breath catch in her throat. “I want,” he said gruffly.
