Page 42 of Risky Move

Cassie’s slipped her arms around his neck, the full Solo cup forgotten until it tipped sideways, sending cold liquid down his neck and under his shirt. He jerked back at the sensation.

“I’m so sorry, Cam. I forgot…”

His eyes locked with hers. “You respond to my kiss with a dousing of frozen margarita?” He couldn’t contain the laughter and eyed the half-empty cup. “I’ll hold on to this for you.” Without thinking, she handed it to him, immediately regretting the move when his eyes gleamed with mischief. He raised the cup over her head.

“You wouldn’t?”

“I might.”

Cassie stepped back suddenly and sprinted away from him, weaving her way through the crowded room, trying to maintain her balance. She glimpsed the hall bathroom and ran inside it, locking the door and leaning back against it. She giggled so hard she couldn’t catch her breath. She realized then that she’d had one—maybe two?—margaritas too many.You’re in so much trouble, Cassie Johnson.

Someone knocked loudly against the wood. “You can’t hide out all evening, Cassie.”

“I might.” She looked around the room for a bath towel to protect her from a frigid margarita shower. She grabbed one, then noticed the door at the other end of the bath.An exit? Through a bedroom maybe…Amelie’s room?She crossed the room and pressed her ear against the door.Nothing. Quiet.Holding her breath, she rapped lightly against the door before opening it slightly. She knocked again before looking into the room.Empty.She slipped into the adjoining room, carefully closing the door behind her. The full moon provided all the light she needed to tiptoe toward the kitchen.

Half-way across the room, she saw movement from the corner of her eye. Before her brain could process the action, she felt a hand cup her mouth and an arm close around her. Cam maneuvered her to the bed, playfully lifting her up and letting her drop in the middle of the mattress. He claimed her mouth when he joined her, and Cassie giggled against his kiss. He pulled back, an annoyed expression crossing his face.

“Don’t go anywhere. I need to say goodbye to my guests.”

“No problem,” she whispered. Sudden dizziness caused her to lay back on the pillow. The room spun, and she closed her eyes, hoping to avoid nausea. Sleep. That’s what she needed. Sleep.

* * *

The alcohol-induced slumber produced tangible emotions and sensations as dreams unfolded…Tom beside her, his arms holding her against him as he peppered her face and neck with light kisses. Her head spinning, her mind hazy, she swallowed a moan when he gently nibbled on her bottom lip. Opening her mouth slightly to accept the kiss, she slipped her arms around his broad chest.

Cassie drifted in a dimension filled with Tom’s gentle kisses and soft hands skimming her skin. The kisses grew intense, more demanding, and her soft cotton top did little to mute the heat his touch generated. Intoxicated with these sensations, a small moan escaped her lips.

“Cassie.” She barely heard the whispered words as the growing desire carried her on a fluffy soft cloud of sensuality. She wanted to drift on these clouds forever. Caught in the swirling cyclone of emotions, Cassie couldn’t find—didn’t want to find—the will to remain in control.

She focused only on the man she never believed would desire her…How did such a sweet kiss suddenly morph into two half-dressed people exploring each other’s skin, sending waves of desire to her core?

She heard her name again and murmured a response. Her eyes met his, and she read desire mirroring her own. She shut her eyes and opened them again, slowing grasping that her dream had transformed into a very different reality. Cam, not Tom, leaned over her, and his fingers played with the edge of her jeans.

Cassie jerked away and scrambled away from him on the bed. “Cam, what the hell are you doing?”

“Enjoying an exquisite and responsive woman.” He flashed a smile.

“I was sleeping!”

“If you say so.” His flippant tone infuriated her.

“Cam, my head was spinning…I lay down to stop the dizziness. That’s the last thing I remember until I opened my eyes.” Cassie breathed deeply to calm her emotions. “I thought I was dreaming.”

“Oh, your kisses are so much better than a dream.” Cam reached to touch her face, and Cassie pulled away. She felt the edge of the bed and quickly stood up.

“I can’t believe you got in bed knowing I was asleep,” Cassie accused. “I didn’t know you were here. How could you?”

Cam shook his head. “Cassie, you acted like you were very much aware.”

“Is that your game? Serve supposedly alcohol-light drinks, then take advantage when the girl falls asleep?”

“I don’t need to ‘take advantage’ of girls.”

“Then what do you call what you just did? Never mind, I’m getting out of here.”

“Save it.” Cam pushed to his feet and turned away. “You shouldn’t drink if you don’t know when to stop.”

Cassie’s head buzzed as she watched him stride toward the bathroom, slamming the connecting door shut behind him. She adjusted her clothes and ran her hand through her tangled hair.What were you thinking, Johnson? Or not thinking? You know you shouldn’t have had more than one drink. How could you make such a stupid mistake?Thank God she woke up in time.

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