Summer Breeze Kisses - Addison Moore Page 0,170

weeks, the way I’ve dreamed of, fantasized, wished for right down to the bone. I’m not leaving her. I’m not letting go.

Her chest bucks as she kisses me back, her tongue determined yet soft against my own.

“Rex.” She pulls her lips across my face and pants hard into my ear. “How did you know I was here? What happened to my car? It’s like it was possessed!”

I cup her face in my palms and steady my gaze over her beautiful features. I’ve been so thirsty for her, to hold her, to see her, and now all I can do is drink her down.

“You have a flat. Cole hinted at where you might be. Roxy might kill him if she finds out.”

We share a quiet laugh.

“She won’t kill him. In fact, I’ll bake him his favorite treat.” Scarlett hikes up on her toes and wraps her arms around my neck. “In fact, I’ll bake you yours—only I have no clue how to make donuts. How about we hit Auntie’s and we can talk?” Her mouth rounds out. “Oh my gosh, I almost totally forgot. I have a delivery for a wedding, and I need to be there like now.”

“Then let’s get there like now.” I steal a kiss off her lips before pulling back. That pained look in my eyes takes over again because I never want to cause this beautiful woman one ounce of pain. “I love you. Please, forgive me for being an ass. My life without you is a dark, cold place that stinks of old sweat socks and body odor.”

“So, basically, without me, you morph into the men’s locker room?”

“Exactly.” My lips find hers once again. “Let’s get this cupcake show on the road.”

We take the cooler from her car, and I drive us down to the dance studio while Scarlett calls the Auto Club to tow her car to the nearest shop.

“What were you doing on the highway?” I ask as I help her set the display before the guests arrive, which according to the wedding coordinator, spazzing like a fire alarm, is any minute.

Scarlett shrugs. “Getting over my fears. And, apparently, gaining new ones. I’m officially petrified of ever getting a flat again.”

“Don’t be. It’s a rare event, and you pulled over to the shoulder like a pro.”

She crimps a smile. “Like a pro being rammed to the side by a hot quarterback. I’d say that was an act of God if I’ve ever seen one.” Her mouth opens wide. “Hey! That totally was an act of God!” She bites down on her bottom lip, still holding a perfectly frosted cupcake in her hand. “Do you think we’re meant to be, Rex? Like, you know, destiny and all of those good yet slightly unbelievable things?”

“Yes.” I don’t hesitate. “When our parents introduced us last summer, I thought to myself they have it wrong. They shouldn’t be dating. We should.” A deep sigh expels from my chest as I help her set out the very last row. “We were meant to be, Scarlett, but it’s not because some silly fortuneteller whispered it into my ear or I read it off the palm of my hand. I know we’re meant for each other because I can feel it right here.” I bury my fingers in my chest. “My heart whispers it every damn day. I know this much is true.”

Scarlett gives a slow nod, her eyes never leaving mine. She wraps her arms around me, and we share a kiss that has the ability to turn each one of those pearly white cupcakes a blushing shade of pink.

She pulls her lips over to my ear. “I love you, Rex Toberman. I really do.”

We clean up quickly and move toward the front of the establishment where the wedding is underway. Standing at the front of an elaborate floral arch are Izzy and Holt all decked out in their wedding finery. Her dress is full and wide like a cartoon Cinderella with the bell hoopskirt and tiny waist.

“God, she’s so beautiful!” Scarlett whispers, pulling us behind the last row of ladder back chairs as we watch the nuptials taking place. “She looks like a fairy princess. I totally want a baby’s breath wreath at my wedding. And Holt looks like Prince Charming. I’m dying here.”

“Don’t die,” I whisper hot into her ear. “I’ll need to see you with that wreath in your hair.” I give a little wink. “I’ll be standing next to you, of course, so I’ll have