Stroke of Love by Melissa Foster

Author:Melissa Foster [Foster, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, New Adult & College, Contemporary Fiction
ISBN: 0991046862
Amazon: B00HZ3Q2KM
Publisher: World Literary Press
Published: 2014-03-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

THE NEXT FEW days passed quickly. Sage and Kate had found their groove as a couple. While Sage worked on the mural, Kate and Luce helped Caleb. Clayton and Cassidy had helped at the clinic, and on most afternoons, Clayton could be heard playing his guitar and singing. Sage worked on the mural late into the evenings, adding finite detail to the children’s hard work, while Kate read or wrote in one of her notebooks. Then Sage would walk Kate back to her cabin, and he’d return to his cabin to exercise or shower or whatever it was that men did to prepare to see a woman. All Kate knew was that by the time he came back each night, she felt like he’d been gone for days, and he smelled like—and felt like—sheer masculinity: earthy, rough, and oh so good.

Tonight she was thinking of the canvases his mother had sent as he carried the last of the paints inside, then returned to her side and held out a hand to help her up from the ground.

“What will you do with the canvases?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I guess I’ll see when I’m done with the mural.”

“But you’re leaving on Sunday. You can’t possibly get more than the mural done, can you?”

He shrugged, and they walked hand in hand back to her cabin. The night air was comfortable. Ribbons of pinks and grays surrounded the moon. Sage’s hand was warm and sure in hers. The thought of him leaving made her stomach twist. Even knowing she’d visit him in New York didn’t quell the longing that had already begun to settle in. She was used to Sage now. She counted on him. The bed felt empty without his body wrapped around hers on the entirely too-small twin mattress. How had she ever slept without him beside her? How would she sleep when he was gone? She tried to push the thoughts away. Now was what mattered. Now he was right there with her, one hand on her lower back as he climbed the stairs behind her, the other— Oh my. At the top of the stairs, Sage pressed his body against hers. He gathered her hair over one shoulder, then lowered his mouth to her bared skin. His low, sexy growl sent a shudder of heat through her.

She reached behind her. God, she loved the feel of his coarse whiskers against her skin, the way he dragged his tongue along the back of her neck. He gripped her hips and turned her around. She pressed her palms to his chest, feeling his heart beating fast and hard, then slid her hands beneath his shirt and ran her fingers over his ripped abs. She had to lift his shirt to see his bare skin. Sage’s body was like a work of art. She loved everything about it, from the hard muscles to the soft creases where his arms met his chest. Now she held his shirt above his ribs and kissed her way across his stomach, then pressed her cheek to his skin.

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