Leave Me Breathless

Leave Me Breathless

by Mckenzi Lake


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Published in Literature & Fiction/Erotica, Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Romance, Literature & Fiction

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Book Description


I had it all. The love of my life. A magnificent lakefront home with tranquil views and unlimited access to every breathtaking sunset. But I couldn’t shake the uncertainty that haunted me every day. What would I do if Ethan ever found out? It was the memory that would forever be tattooed on my heart. Kip Reeves. The man that could make anything sexual. His voice, his body, hell even his gaze. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted the kind of kiss that took my breath away. I wanted him to push me up against the wall and kiss me like he couldn’t live without me. I wanted him to…Leave Me Breathless.

Sample Chapter

Summer was in full swing and business was booming. At least I didn’t have any more weddings to cater. At least not for a few weeks. I could finally concentrate on what I loved. Cupcakes and coffee. Cinnamon. That’s it. I needed to make a cinnamon apple cupcake. Where the hell did that come from? Oh yes. Kip … again. His kisses tasted like cinnamon and vanilla and … “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

Indy came running into the kitchen, looking panicked. “Christ, Char, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m just a fricking idiot,” I said and slumped down onto the floor with my head in my hands.

“What’s the matter, sweetie? Is it the bills? Man trouble? Do you want me to hire more help?” she asked with sympathy radiating from her face. I really wanted to slap her. I was so tired of people looking at me that way.

I let out a heavy sigh. “I thought it … I thought we …”


I nodded my head as tears pricked my eyes. No. I am not crying again.

“I’m sure he’s just busy, Char. The man does have a lot of irons in the fire what with his business, races, and promotions. You can’t beat yourself up like this. It’s just sex,” she murmured, calmly stroking my hair.

“He was the first. It was perfect. The kind of perfect love stories are written about. And, why no phone call? Is it so hard to steal a few minutes and send me a text?” I tried desperately to hold back the tears. Unfortunately, they were now trailing down my cheeks.

“Men don’t think like that, sweetie. But I’m sure he’s thinking about you,” she smiled sweetly. “You should think about swinging both … wait a minute. Did you just say he was the first? As in the first? Like, pop your cherry first? How is that even…”

Wiping away the tears, I pulled myself up and raised my chin. “Yes.”

“But what about, Ethan? Didn’t you…”

“Oh hell. Of course, we did. Kip was before that. It’s a long story. But if this is how’s he’s going to play it, that’s not good enough for me. If he wants more of this,” I said waving my hands over my body, “he’s going to have to work for it.”

“You go, girl,” Layne chimed in from the doorway, smiling. “Who the fuck does he think he is anyway? And he better be hung like Gage, or he’s not worth the ground you walk on.”

We both stared at her from behind the counter, mouths gaping and burst into a fit of laughter. God, I loved her.

“Really? Like…” Indy asked stretching out her hands.

“Uh … yes. Why do you think I married him?” Layne responded, giggling.

“Well, that’s definitely one thing they’ve got in common,” I muttered. Both of their faces shot to mine.

“That reminds me, I have a date,” Indy said beaming as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay, what happened in here?” Layne asked as Indy disappeared.

“I just messed up a batch and all because I can’t get him out of my head. It’s infuriating. I’ll just come in early tomorrow. Every second is a fresh beginning, right? So, what are you doing here? And … where’s Blake?”

“He’s with my dad. He loves being the doting grandfather, and since Gage was tied up in a meeting, it worked out perfectly. I needed a few minutes with my BFF.”

Layne radiated happiness. And, she should. Her life couldn’t be more perfect. She had the love of an amazing man, a career in fashion and a beautiful new baby boy. Honestly, I was a little jealous. But she’d been through so much. She deserved to be this happy.

“So?” she asked raising an eyebrow.


“It seems my best friend’s been keeping me in the dark. It’s time for a few cups of coffee and girl talk. Besides, if I don’t have an adult conversation right now, I’m going to be permanently speaking in baby talk,” she said grabbing my hand and dragging me out front to a table.

I locked the front door and flipped the sign to closed. I brewed two Italian roast coffees and sat down across from her. I didn’t know where to begin.

“Kip?” she asked. “And I want details. I can’t believe you never confided in me.”

“You were gone for what … five years? And then when you came back, you met Gage and had that whole mess with your ex to deal with. I didn’t want to burden you with my issues.”

“I’m sorry, Char. I just assumed from the way you talked and flirted that …”

“I just knew what I wanted.”

“And … you obviously found it. Explains the feeling I got.”

“And what was that?”

“That Kip was the one that was tattooed on your heart and not Ethan.”

“Really?” I asked feeling my face turn red.

“It was actually pretty obvious. Just the mention of Kip and you would light up like the sun. So, what happened?” she asked as she reached across the table and squeezed my hand.

I spent the next few hours telling her everything that had happened in my life since the day she had disappeared and being the best friend she was, I wasn’t surprised when she didn’t judge me.

“Wow. You could have told me, Char. But … I get it. It was very personal to you, and that is nobody’s business. Not even your best friend. But, I hope you know, I’m always here for you,” she smiled. “Just because we weren’t born sisters, doesn’t mean we’re not sisters at heart.”

“I love you so much, Layne. I’m sorry. I should have confided in you. Is it wrong? This is wrong, isn’t it? He was Ethan’s friend. God, I’m just so…”


“In more ways than one. It was hard enough with Ethan and his disappearing acts. At least he finally told me that was because of his work with the DEA and not because of me. With Kip, I don’t know what to think.”

“Would it make you feel better if I told you he’s been locked up in Gage’s study all week?”

“What? Really?”

“I don’t know what those two are up to, and I’m sure Gage will eventually tell me, but yes. They’re working on something together. So, believe me when I tell you, I don’t think he’s intentionally blowing you off. I know how Gage is when his mind is focused on a business venture. Speaking of business, did you purchase a new delivery van?”

“No, why?”

“There was a new white van parked in your loading zone when I arrived.”

“Great. Now some asshole thinks he can freeload and use my parking space? I don’t think so,” I said as I grabbed my keys and ran outside. Whoever it was had left. “Guess I’ll need to pay better attention,” I shouted as I walked back into the kitchen. “Can I get you a cupcake or anything? I made the vanilla ones you love you so much. Remember that day at your cabin? God, I was so embarrassed when Gage…”

“Char, could you come out here for a minute?” Layne called from the front of the shop.

“I’ve got red velvet, too,” I said as I walked to the front of the shop with a tray of cupcakes. Oh my God! I froze as I pushed open the door to see Kip gazing at me from the counter with a smile that was just beyond words. I was speechless. My mouth hanging open like a fricking idiot as I took him all in.

He was usually in jeans and a t-shirt. Today, however … my eyes skimmed his body from his designer leather shoes, up the most exquisitely tailored slacks, which hung sexily from his trim waist. I set down the tray of cupcakes as Layne waved at me and disappeared out the door. My eyes continued the journey up to his abdomen and chest. My fingers itching to rip open the white dress shirt to get to the tan, chiseled body underneath. My gaze settled on his face. His ocean blue eyes sparkled like diamonds at me, and his messy hair was black as coal. The heat swirled in my gut as our gazes met and we danced around one another. Assessing each other. My inner slut was practically panting with lust.

“I’ll have the red velvet with an espresso,” he grinned.

God, those dimples were going to be the death of me. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like vanilla? It is our signature,” I replied seductively.

He walked toward me, lifted me onto the counter and pushed in between my thighs. “Vanilla is fine on occasion,” he whispered in my ear—his five o’clock shadow grazing along my cheek. “But, on a regular basis, I prefer it darker … with a little more flavor.”

“Darker is intriguing,” I murmured as I tilted my head to give him better access. No. Hell no. I was still mad at him. Where did he get off? He’d blown me off for a week and then sauntered back in here all sexy as hell with bedroom eyes, and I was just supposed to … what? “Kip.”

“Yes, Charlotte,” he said with a beautifully raised eyebrow.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m a little busy here, so is there something you needed?”

“I thought we could have dinner.” His eyes narrowed slightly at my apparent hostility.

“Did you? Well, you should have called. Then maybe I could have rearranged my schedule. Made sure I was presentable,” I replied as I hopped off the counter and quickly made my way around the corner to make an espresso.

“Are you annoyed because I haven’t called Charlotte?” he asked as he followed me around the counter and backed me up against the espresso machine. I watched as his lips drew up slowly into an amused smile.

“Not at all Mr. Reeves. Whatever would give you that idea?” I replied sarcastically.

His hands were planted on either side of me now preventing my escape. “I apologize. I’ve been a little … preoccupied.” His lips were inches from mine. My resolve was melting away as the smell of his spicy cologne wrapped around me. I could almost taste the cinnamon of his kiss. “Do you want me to kiss you, Charlotte?” he whispered as if reading my mind.

“No. You don’t deserve it,” I replied and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Maybe so, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want me to kiss you. Here,” he said softly as his lips brushed against mine. “Or maybe here,” he said as he slid down my body, raised my t-shirt and trailed kisses along my waistline. “Or … maybe … here,” he whispered. I could feel his breath at the apex of my thighs. Oh God, Yes!

“Kip,” I said finding my resolve. “You can’t just … God, I’m so pissed at you,” I seethed.

He crawled back up my body, pinning me firmly against the counter. His knee pressed between my thighs opening the gap. “Well, I’ll make sure I call next time … on one condition.”

“And that would be?”

“That you actually give me your number.”

Shit! I just assumed. Oh hell. He was right. I’d never given it to him.

Both his eyebrows rose as he continued with an amused expression. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. I quickly entered my name under the contacts, but only entered the prefix of my number and handed him his phone.

“This isn’t going to help me keep my promise.”

“Well, if you’re very … very … good, I’ll give you the next number.”

“That won’t take long.”

“Really?” I teased. “And what makes you think that?”

“Because, Miss Montgomery. I am very, very good.”


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Mckenzi Lake

Mckenzi Lake

McKenzi Lake grew up in Iowa and now resides in Mesa, AZ. She is an avid reader of erotica, romance and suspense and thoroughly enjoys the research for her books. When she needs to unwind from the chaos in her life, you’ll find her by her swimming pool devouring the pages of a steamy erotic romance book or mentally outlining her next set of characters. When she's not reading or writing, you can find her hanging out with her husband and German Shepherd by the pool or at the park.

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