The Resilient One: A Billionaire Bride Pact Romance by Cami Checketts, Jeanette Lewis Page B
Authors: Cami Checketts, Jeanette Lewis
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shower. “I look horrible.”
He shook his head. “You look beautiful.”
She blushed. “At least it’s dark outside.”
He smiled and offered his arm. She quickly slipped on her tennis shoes and tied them, then grasped his elbow. They walked down the street to the beach and sauntered slowly along. Beck stopped by the rocks before Canoe Beach and turned to face her.
“I hear there are turtles here in the mornings.”
“There are. I see them on my runs all the time.”
Alyssa’s breath came hard and fast. From the look in his eyes, he didn’t bring her here to talk about turtles. She was grateful he hadn’t bugged her about her decision to travel with him and photograph either. He was so respectful and kind, giving her time to sort things out. Now if she could just get brave enough to tell him about the photographs she’d taken. Despite Maryn’s reassurance, she was afraid that the longer she waited, the worse it was going to be.
Beck smiled and brushed a lock of hair from her face. He slowly lowered his head, but paused and whispered, “Alyssa?” as if asking permission.
She nodded and that must’ve been all the answer he needed. He took command of her lips with a passion that heated her all the way through. She relished each movement of his lips and the way his hands massaged her back in rhythm with the kiss. Every nerve tingled and her head filled up with only Beck.
He broke contact and asked, “Was that a bit more romantic than the alley of a bathroom or a boat with a dozen people watching?”
She laughed. “When you kiss me, I’m not even sure where I am, so I really don’t think the setting matters.”
He grinned and lowered his head to hers again.
Alyssa looked at the monstrous waves off the northwestern point of the island. Surfers were scattered throughout the water, working to catch a big wave. She secured her camera bag over her shoulder and swung back to face Beck as he eased the surfboard off the top of his rental car. “Do you have a death wish?”
Beck laughed and gestured down to the water. “These are small waves.”
“Suicidal,” Alyssa muttered, the shark attack still fresh in her mind. It would be a few days before she got back in the water.
“I promise I’ll be safe.”
Beck rested the surfboard against the car and pulled his T-shirt off. Alyssa lost the ability to disagree with him as she studied the well-defined lines of his chest. The scars saddened her as she hated to think of Beck being in pain, but they added to his appeal. He was a fierce warrior who had been through battle and could protect her from anything. He worked his wetsuit up his legs and she almost gasped at the beauty of the muscles in his shoulders and arms. Finally, he pulled his wetsuit over his torso and shoulders and she found she could breathe again.
“Thanks for coming to watch me,” Beck said, grinning at her as he grabbed his board.
“Sure. I love watching warriors face certain death.”
He arched an eyebrow at her and she blushed. Could he read between the lines and sense her imagination in overdrive with visions of him and his bare chest?
He unlatched the trunk of his car and pulled out a beach chair. “There’s a great place to watch over here and it should be good for photos.”
“This is my island, remember?”
He laughed and gestured for her to walk in front. She reached for the chair, but he held onto it. “What kind of warrior would allow his lady to carry her own chair?”
“Okay, I deserved that.” The awkward rhythm of her walk had color creeping up her face. Beck didn’t seem to be bothered by it, but she still didn’t want to be walking in front of him and having him be reminded that she wasn’t perfect.
Beck set up her chair on a nice spot at the edge of the point then started picking his way down the steep hillside path to the rocks where surfers were entering the water.
“They’re all nuts,” Alyssa muttered. “Beck?” she called out.
He
He shook his head. “You look beautiful.”
She blushed. “At least it’s dark outside.”
He smiled and offered his arm. She quickly slipped on her tennis shoes and tied them, then grasped his elbow. They walked down the street to the beach and sauntered slowly along. Beck stopped by the rocks before Canoe Beach and turned to face her.
“I hear there are turtles here in the mornings.”
“There are. I see them on my runs all the time.”
Alyssa’s breath came hard and fast. From the look in his eyes, he didn’t bring her here to talk about turtles. She was grateful he hadn’t bugged her about her decision to travel with him and photograph either. He was so respectful and kind, giving her time to sort things out. Now if she could just get brave enough to tell him about the photographs she’d taken. Despite Maryn’s reassurance, she was afraid that the longer she waited, the worse it was going to be.
Beck smiled and brushed a lock of hair from her face. He slowly lowered his head, but paused and whispered, “Alyssa?” as if asking permission.
She nodded and that must’ve been all the answer he needed. He took command of her lips with a passion that heated her all the way through. She relished each movement of his lips and the way his hands massaged her back in rhythm with the kiss. Every nerve tingled and her head filled up with only Beck.
He broke contact and asked, “Was that a bit more romantic than the alley of a bathroom or a boat with a dozen people watching?”
She laughed. “When you kiss me, I’m not even sure where I am, so I really don’t think the setting matters.”
He grinned and lowered his head to hers again.
Alyssa looked at the monstrous waves off the northwestern point of the island. Surfers were scattered throughout the water, working to catch a big wave. She secured her camera bag over her shoulder and swung back to face Beck as he eased the surfboard off the top of his rental car. “Do you have a death wish?”
Beck laughed and gestured down to the water. “These are small waves.”
“Suicidal,” Alyssa muttered, the shark attack still fresh in her mind. It would be a few days before she got back in the water.
“I promise I’ll be safe.”
Beck rested the surfboard against the car and pulled his T-shirt off. Alyssa lost the ability to disagree with him as she studied the well-defined lines of his chest. The scars saddened her as she hated to think of Beck being in pain, but they added to his appeal. He was a fierce warrior who had been through battle and could protect her from anything. He worked his wetsuit up his legs and she almost gasped at the beauty of the muscles in his shoulders and arms. Finally, he pulled his wetsuit over his torso and shoulders and she found she could breathe again.
“Thanks for coming to watch me,” Beck said, grinning at her as he grabbed his board.
“Sure. I love watching warriors face certain death.”
He arched an eyebrow at her and she blushed. Could he read between the lines and sense her imagination in overdrive with visions of him and his bare chest?
He unlatched the trunk of his car and pulled out a beach chair. “There’s a great place to watch over here and it should be good for photos.”
“This is my island, remember?”
He laughed and gestured for her to walk in front. She reached for the chair, but he held onto it. “What kind of warrior would allow his lady to carry her own chair?”
“Okay, I deserved that.” The awkward rhythm of her walk had color creeping up her face. Beck didn’t seem to be bothered by it, but she still didn’t want to be walking in front of him and having him be reminded that she wasn’t perfect.
Beck set up her chair on a nice spot at the edge of the point then started picking his way down the steep hillside path to the rocks where surfers were entering the water.
“They’re all nuts,” Alyssa muttered. “Beck?” she called out.
He
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