Kelsey wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled her face against his neck. Warmth emanated from him. Even though he wore a jacket, she could feel how solid he was underneath. And boy, did he smell good. Even better up close than before. She took another sniff.
His sharp intake of air brought her back to reality. She shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as she was. She shouldn’t be enjoying this at all.
“What are you doing?” Tension filled his voice, made him stiffen.
“Hiding.”
“You’re only bringing attention to—”
“Just go with it,” she whispered, “for Faith’s sake.”
Will blew out a puff of air. As the sound of footsteps crunching on the snow grew louder, he pulled Kelsey closer. And closer.
One of the reporters snickered.
This wasn’t going to work. The reporters would recognize her. Put two and two together and…
Will cupped her face and then covered her mouth with his own.
Oh, my.
The feel of his lips moving against hers made her close her eyes and moan. This was better than a kiss in a dream. Way better. Hot. Knee-meltingly hot. Soft. Purest-cashmere soft. And delicious. Mouthwatering-souffle delicious. She wanted more, so much more. Kelsey leaned into him, taking what she wanted.
“Get a room,” a man—one of the reporters?—said.
Will deepened the kiss. The taste of him, the feel of him, the scent—all of it was intoxicating. She could easily become addicted to this.
Will stepped back so quickly that she nearly fell forward. She struggled to regain her composure, to make her heartbeat stop racing, to calm her ragged breathing.
“They’re gone.” He whipped out his cell phone and punched in a number as if the kiss hadn’t had any effect on him.
She might as well have just run a hundred-yard dash at the equator. Her blood boiled. Her pulse raced. Her heart pounded. Not even the cold night air managed to cool her down. Never had she been kissed so thoroughly. And never had she been so shaken.
Will closed his cell phone. “They haven’t been the only reporters hanging around.”
She struggled to forget about the kiss, forget about the ache building within her. “C-could your assistant—”
“No.” His lips tightened. “Confidentiality is a priority at every Starr resort. Besides, most people, including the guests here, think we’re throwing a thirty-fifth wedding anniversary party for my parents, not a wedding.”
Kelsey did a double take. The kiss had muddied her mind, her senses. “An anniversary party?”
“My parents were married on Valentine’s Day,” Will explained. “My mother thought it would be romantic to have Faith marry on the same day as she and my father did.”
The dash of romance was enough to clear Kelsey’s head and force her to focus on the task at hand. Maybe sharing the same wedding date would be enough impetus for Faith to follow through this once. “At least it won’t look odd for Faith to fly in for the anniversary party.”
Will stared at Kelsey. “But it will look odd for you to be here.”
Remember, the customer is always right.
At least until she could get them to change their minds. Kelsey took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “How am I supposed to coordinate a wedding without being on-site?”
“You can be on-site, but you’ll have to keep a low profile. At least until the day of the event.”
That, she could handle. “A couple of weeks of room service won’t be bad. I can work early in the mornings or late at night when the guests are still in their rooms.”
Will furrowed his brow. “What about meeting with vendors?”
“I’ll manage,” she said. “I’ve worked on top-secret weddings before.”
