One Last Hold by Angela Smith Read Free Book Online Page B

her, flick her hair aside and taste the crook of her neck, find that familiar spot behind her ear that used to drive her crazy. Before he took that chance, she moved away.
    He clenched his hands and swallowed.
    She wandered through the living room and down a tiny hallway, turning her head to see if it was okay. He nodded.
    “Go ahead, look it over. Make yourself at home.” His voice sounded guttural, even to his own ears, but he got that way around her. Even after all this time.
    Trailing behind her, he watched as she touched his things and imagined her hands on his body. She opened the door leading to his bedroom, which held a queen-sized bed and wooden dresser, then traced the dresser with her fingertips and stroked the painting on the wall.
    “Wow.” She fingered the luxurious comforter while he imagined her sprawled atop his bed. “This is bigger than it looks from outside.”
    Yeah , he thought, wow.
    He straightened his spine against the doorway, watching her as his emotions skyrocketed. Caitlyn stood in his bedroom, looking hot with her disheveled hair trailing out of her beanie. Most of the confetti had fallen off, but a bright yellow piece still stuck to her waist.
    Her gaze traveled over his furnishings, then to him. She smiled and continued her perusal. Warmth flooded him and he wiggled his fingers, chasing away the urges he couldn’t afford to feel.
    She moseyed out the door, and he closed his eyes after she passed him. His posture grew rigid as he fought for control. Control not to touch her, to taste her, to breathe in her scent. The scent of cinnamon cookies and spicy champagne. His stomach bottomed.
    Caitlyn returned to the living room, oblivious to her effect on the house. But Wesley noticed. It was the way his bedroom changed when she walked in, like she’d stamped it with her femininity. She only touched some of his things, but he wondered if his room would ever dispel her presence.
    Shaking such stupid thoughts out of his mind, he moved into the kitchen. “Help yourself to drinks and food in the fridge.”
    “I didn’t expect these RVs to be this big. This is incredible. Some people don’t even have real houses that look like this.”
    “You’ve never been in one of these before?”
    “Well, I’ve been in RVs, sure, but not like this.” Caitlyn dropped onto the couch and unzipped her boots, sinking her feet into the carpet. “Aah. This couch is more comfortable than the one I have at home.”
    “Don’t get too comfortable.”
    Caitlyn jerked up and grabbed her boots, her gaze falling to the floor as she yanked them on. “Sorry. I was caught up in the moment for a second, I guess.”
    “Caitlyn?”
    “What?”
    “I was joking. Take your shoes back off.”
    “What am I doing here?” She strode to the table and grabbed her bag, clutching it to her chest. She stood there, gorgeous as she tore the beanie from her hair, slipped it into the bag, and ran her fingers through her mess of hair.
    His body stirred. He’d like to be the one to tear that beanie from her head, to run his fingers through her hair. She kept her gaze downward, lips pursed. Guilt ate at him. He’d made her feel awkward.
    “I thought we’d have a second to talk and then I’d be on my way,” she said.
    He stomped toward her and stopped, plucking the yellow confetti from her waist. Her gaze narrowed.
    “You’re here because you called me, begging me to grant you an interview. I have some sponsors and stuff I need to deal with and I’m already late. I wanted you to be comfortable while you waited on me, unless you’re ready to go home.”
    “You just told me not to get too comfortable.”
    “I was kidding.”
    “Were you really?” She’d always been good at making him feel like a jerk.
    He stepped back, away from the lure.
    She twined her hair around her hand. “I want you to understand this assignment is coming from my boss. He asked me to do a story on you, so I’m following you around. That’s