Caught on Camera by Meg Maguire Page A

his palms slid up to her neck.
    â€œThis so isn’t the time, Ty.”
    He ignored her protest, thumbs pressing against her pulsepoints as the script dictated. Lips on her temple. Snow began to fall.
    â€œKnock it off,” she said.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œYour stupid flirting shtick.”
    His mouth slid farther still, until she heard his soft voice right in her good ear. “I’m not playing right now.”
    She faltered. “Don’t be a jerk.”
    He shifted so their noses touched, right on cue. “Then tell me what you want me to be,” he whispered, his lips grazing hers. That wasn’t part of the script.
    â€œWhat I want you to be?” she whispered back, flubbing her lines.
    â€œWho am I to you?”
    The Shift again, but this time it was different. Intense, and not a game. All she managed to say was, “Who are you?”
    â€œYeah.” She felt Ty’s smile more than she could see it from this close, heard it in his words. “What am I, Katie? Your boss? Your friend?”
    â€œBoth,” she mumbled. Her heart had lodged in her throat like a rubber ball, cutting off her oxygen.
    â€œCould I ever be more?”
    â€œAre you about to kiss me?” she asked, dumbstruck, heart pounding. She’d never been any good at playing coy.
    â€œAre you about to let me?”
    She trembled. “I dunno. Frigging find out.”
    Ty’s thumbs slid up past her jaw and pressed hard into her cheeks, just as his lips parted and took her lower one between them.
    A kiss. An actual, technical kiss.
    Kate’s eyes closed and a deep shiver passed through her body when she heard and felt a soft moan escape from Ty’s throat. A hunk of snow fell from her collar down theback of her sweater, the wet chill balancing the heat of Ty’s mouth. He kissed her again. She kissed back. He angled his jaw and opened his mouth wider, his tongue timidly flirting with hers, then going deeper, bolder. Kate’s hands were dangling limply at her sides and she got control of them, pushed them through the ends of Ty’s jacket’s long sleeves. Once they were free, she ran them up his hard, bare arms and settled them in his hair, knocking his hat off. His mouth felt dangerous—demanding and hot and wet, and he tasted just as she’d always known he would. Kate forgot the accident and her professionalism in a flash of hormonal amnesia. She wanted more. She wanted to taste every inch of him, and to be sampled by his mouth in return, all over her body. How many nights had she lain mere inches from this mouth, listening as Ty whispered sleepy words in the dark of a tent or the back of a van? How many nights had she spent wondering if they’d ever take things too far? She’d imagined this moment a hundred times—a thousand times. And she’d been wrong. It was so much better than her imagination had ever dared to hope.
    The kiss deepened and intensified. Wet snowflakes landed on Kate’s flushed face and she held in a groan as one of Ty’s strong hands cupped her head. His body pressed into hers until they stumbled back a step, her shoulders pushed hard against a tree trunk. An invisible floodgate opened between them. Ty’s kissing turned shallow as the noises he seemed helpless to control escaped him. Moans and dark, heavy breaths, grunts and sighs. His hand tightened in her hair and suddenly he wrenched his lips from hers, moving them to her temple, close to her good ear. His breath steamed against her skin.
    â€œGod, Katie.”
    An old sensation crept in to banish the passion, cooling her. Fear. She pushed him back a pace. “Don’t.”
    He stared down at her face. “Don’t what?”
    Don’t make me fall for you. “Just don’t do that again.” She licked her lips, still burning and tender where his had savaged them. An icy trickle of water ran down her back as she pulled away from the tree, a cold,