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“Shall we make snow angels?”Caitey asked, her heart pounding against her ribs at his closeness and the talk of personal matters.
Marcus chuckled. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Seconds later, they were both lying on mounds of soft, new snow and waving their arms and legs to create wings.
“I haven’t done this since I was a kid,” she confessed, laughing at the overhead view of the sky filled with a million sparkling gems while her cheeks grew colder by the minute.
Marcus’s dark hair was dusted with snow, and his rich, brown eyes gleamed with mischief. But now, looking at her, something else flickered in his gaze—something more profound that looked like he’d been fighting for a long time.
Caitey’s cheeks flushed, and her lips parted when she caught her breath. Her arms slowed their angel wing movements, and her hair tumbled from beneath her hat.
Marcus rolled over in the snow, watching her, close and personal.
Despite the cold, the heat between them was undeniable. Their emotions and attraction were palpable, as if the air buzzed with so many unspoken words.
He reached out, his gloved hand brushing snow from her shoulder. Caitey felt a shiver—not from the cold but from his closeness. His nearness thudded at her heart, beating so hard she feared it would fly out of her chest.
She met his eyes, wide and dark, her breath visible in the chilly air. Her lips trembled with emotion, and attraction swelled inside her. Fighting against the close, personal moment of the magical night.
Marcus appeared to hesitate as if fighting against the same feelings and holding on to that last shred of control before slowly, inevitably, leaning in close.
The world shrank around them, the snow, dusk, and cold fading away when he traced a finger down her cheek, gazing into her eyes. His breath was warm, his lips hovering just a whisper away.
Caitey’s pulse quickened, a thrill racing up her spine as the distance between them disappeared.
When Marcus closed the last few inches between them, his warm, soft lips met hers, soft at first, tentative, as though both were testing the waters, feeling the weight of what they’d been avoiding. But then the kiss deepened, the restraint between them snapping as Caitey fully met his kiss, her arms going around his neck.
His hand cupped her jaw, his thumb brushing her cheek, sending heat coursing through her despite the freezing air around them.
It was intoxicating—the way his lips moved against hers, both gentle and urgent, as if he’d been starving for this, for her. Every sensation was heightened—the way his breath hitched, the snow falling around them like a silent witness. Her heart pounded, but all she could focus on was the feel of him, the taste of him.
After several long moments, Caitey tried not to swoon from the sheer power of his mouth tasting her, kissing her over and over again.
“You are enchanting,” he saidin a low, husky voice. “It’s like I’m living a dream.”
“No more nightmares,” she whispered while they lay there breathless.
The world around them slowly came back into focus, the snow, the cold, the twilight—but everything had changed.
“I feel like I’ve just been given a second chance at life,” he told her softly, his fingers lifting the curls of her hair around his finger.
“Not all weddings are a horrible disaster,” she said quietly.
He gathered her closer, his warm cheek against her icy cold one. “I’ve been getting a strong premonition,” he murmured into her ear, “thatthiswedding is going to lead to a very big change in my life.”
Caitey gave him a soft smile as her hands brushed against the rugged, faint bristle of a day-old beard. “I suggest we celebrate with—”
“Another kiss,” he interjected, leaning down to press his lips against her neck.
“Well, that, of course,” Caitey admitted with a little laugh, her throat tingling with the delicious feel of his lips on her skin.
She wanted to laugh and then cry with delight at this incredibly romantic and handsome man. He was offering himself to her.To her,of all the women in the world this devastatingly fascinating man could choose from. “And, since I can’t feel my legs or feet any longer, I propose—”
His eyes lit up. “Yes?”
“Hot chocolate—pronto! I’m a master at making hot cocoa. I have many memories of sitting up late at night with my mother, talking and drinking hot cocoa. After Jenna bought her Coffee Loft franchise, she taught me more about how the Coffee Loft creates their unique, divine taste.”
“Shall we shake on it?”
