Don’t go there, Russell. She’s just this incredibly desirable woman who has agreed to come out sailing with you. And only for the day at that.
The sails were set and the boat was well-tied. They were standing on the foredeck, a space barely three by five feet between the cabin and the forehatch.
For the life of him, he didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to say. Should he reach for her or turn away before his pounding blood blew his brainpan into a puddle of mush?
“I loved the roses.” Her voice was deep and throaty, hoarse on a lesser woman. Sexy as hell on Cassidy Knowles.
She stepped into his arms and their lips met with an electric shock that nearly knocked his knees out from under him.
They hadn’t even looked at the damn lighthouse yet.
“I, uh…”
“Don’t!” Cassidy was glaring
