CHAPTER 45

 

“Congratulations again, Mrs Warner,” Guillermo said when they arrived at their hotel in Santa Monica. “I voted for you five times tonight.”

“Thank you so much for everything, Guillermo,” Cate gave him a hug. She was so sad that this would be the last time she’d see him now that Stepping Out had finished.

Kian followed Cate out of the car, carrying Lola who’d fallen asleep during the drive from the TV studios. “Let me take her,” Liv reached out her arms. “She can stay with me tonight.”

“Are you sure?” Cate asked, leaning over to kiss the top of her daughter’s head.

“Absolutely,” Liv insisted. “I’m so proud of you, sis.”

Kian reached for her hand, “I thought we could go for a walk unless you’re too tired?”

“That sounds good,” Cate said, taking a deep breath of the fresh, ocean air. They walked across the road and dipped under the gently swaying palm trees on to Santa Monica Beach. “I love it here,” she mused, slipping off her shoes so she could feel the cool sand between her toes.

They walked hand-in-hand along the deserted beach until the swirling, white froth of the ocean was almost at their toes. Cate shivered a little and Kian shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her slender shoulders. “I love you,” Cate murmured, pressing the palms of her hands against his strong pectoral muscles.

“I love you too,” Kian said softly. He brushed a stray tendril of inky-black hair away from her forehead. In the half light of the moon on the quiet, still beach, she looked like a goddess. He brushed his lips against her forehead, breathing in the scent of her blackberry shampoo.

Cate slid her fingers between the buttons of his shirt, eager to trace her fingertips over the intricate tattoo on his pectoral muscle.

Kian unbuttoned his shirt, giving her free rein to touch his heated flesh. She kissed the blue-black stubble which marked his jaw as her fingers danced over his chiselled muscles. He hissed through his teeth as she playfully flicked his hard nipple.

“Stop,” Kian grunted. He removed her hands from his bare skin and lifted her arms up safely around his neck. As tempting as it was, he wasn’t going to make love to his wife on a public beach.

Kian stroked her upper arms, soothing the bruises she’d sustained doing that amazing no-arm lift with Vladimir.

“Oh,” Cate jumped a little as an icy-cold wave splashed over their toes.

Kian chuckled, “I thought you liked the ocean, angel?”

“I do,” Cate shivered a little, “during the day when it isn’t so cold.”

Kian had an evil glint in his eye, “perhaps it feels worse because you’ve only got your toes wet.”

“Oh no,” Cate realised what he was thinking about doing and quickly ran down the beach away from him. As much as she loved the Pacific Ocean, she did not want to be chucked fully-clothed into its dark, icy-cold depths tonight. Kian chased after her, easily catching her and tumbling her backwards on to the dry sand.

She felt his masculine reaction prodding against her stomach. “We should go back to the hotel,” Cate stammered, trying to shift so that he was pressed somewhere more intimate.

“Are you tired, angel?” Kian chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

“No but…” He took her mouth with complete, reckless abandon. Any chill from the icy-cold water was quickly burned away by the searing heat of his tongue seductively stroking hers. She titled her head back so she could kiss him more deeply.

Kian knelt back on his heels, breathless and so fucking aroused. He looked around at the dark, deserted beach. He couldn’t wait until they got back to the hotel before he touched his wife again. He lifted her up on to his lap so her thighs were parted over his. She was wearing a red, knee-length tea-dress.

“We can’t,” Cate bit her lip, her stomach flip-flopping at the smouldering desire in her husband’s eyes.

“I’m not going to make love to you out here, angel,” Kian stroked his knuckles down the back of her flushed cheek, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t give you an orgasm.”

Cate blushed even more furiously. Kian slid his hand inside his jacket and cupped her tender breast, drawing her nipple out into a taut point. She dug her fingers into his strong shoulders. He kissed the fluttering pulse at the base of her neck. She was so turned on by the fact that they could be interrupted at any moment. He slid his large hand between her thighs. She was wearing a skimpy thong and he could already feel that the crotch was soaked through with her sweet, feminine desire. He pushed it to one side and stroked his thumb down her creamy slit.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said, imprinting his words on her clammy skin. “I wish I could taste you.”

Cate squirmed uncomfortably. “Don’t tease me.”

He thrust into her with two fingers. “Mm,” Cate bit her lip, trying to stifle her cries.

Sliding his fingers in and out of her tight, wet flesh, Kian flicked his thumb over the hard nub of her desire. Cate buried her face in his shoulders, her hips rocking shamelessly against his hand. If somebody was to walk past them right now, they were both fully clothed but it was so obvious what they were doing. “That’s it, angel,” Kian loved feeling her grind her aching sex against the heel of his hand.

He rubbed his fingers over the thick, bumpy flesh between her legs and pressed his thumb down on her swollen, throbbing clit. “Mm,” her cries were muffled by his shoulder but he felt her convulse against him, her pussy furiously squeezing his fingers.

“I can’t…” Cate gasped for breath. Kian turned her around and sat her between his parted thighs, staring out at the Pacific Ocean. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“That was so fucking hot,” Kian laughed, sucking his fingers clean of her intimate juices.

“You could make me do anything,” Cate laughed, leaning back against his chest. She couldn’t believe, after everything they’d been through with the sex tape, that she’d just let Kian bring her to orgasm on a public freaking beach!

Kian wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on the top of her head. He always felt so at peace with Cate. “Do you remember the last time we came out here?”

“Mm,” Cate said. “We’d just moved to Seattle. I was five months pregnant with Sierra.”

“I’d like to bring Mats and Sierra here one day. Can you imagine how excited Mats would be to see the Pacific Ocean?”

“I think we’d struggle to get him to leave.”

“You do realise,” Cate grinned, “that now I’ve won Stepping Out, there’s going to be even more pressure on you to win the MLS Cup. Otherwise my shiny, new trophy is going to look really lonely up there all on its own on the mantelpiece.”

Kian stood up and reached for Cate’s hands to pull her up. “You’re going to be out on that pitch, wearing my shirt, angel.”

“Only if you win,” Cate teased. “If you don’t, I might wear the other team’s shirt instead.”

Kian tugged her up the beach, “let’s get back to the hotel before I change my mind about stripping you naked and making love to you right here on this very public beach.”