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sneaking a hand beneath his shirt as she kissed his
neck.
Son-of-a-bitch!
He grasped the woman by the
shoulders and shoved her none-too-gently away. “Enough.” He flipped on the
light. “We’ve been through this before. I’m not interested. Your husband’s a
good man. Show him some respect.”
“I know he is,” she replied,
straightening her dress. “He’s just not…enough.”
“Well, look elsewhere. I’m not
interested.” Without waiting for a reply, he whipped open the door and strode
out.
The unfaithful woman just
solidified what he already knew: Relationships and the military did not mix.
He’d tried and failed. Mason had tried and failed with his bride walking away
the day of the wedding. His dad had tried and failed, once; the second to
Brandi’s mother didn’t count since Catherine’s life was cut so short. Then
there was his older brother Ethan. His wife had died in a skiing accident while
he’d been deployed, but Ben had suspected the woman had been cheating. Not
something his older brother needed to know. But it had certainly added to his
own disillusionment.
And what the colonel’s wife just
pulled cemented his views on women and relationships.
They weren’t worth it.
With a new resolve strengthening
his control, Ben entered his room and shut the door, relief easing the tension
from his shoulders. At least he’d be safe from their hostess for the night. He
turned around…and stopped dead.
Holy hell…
Stopped breathing.
Didn’t blink.
Mind blanked.
Again.
The most beautiful, erotic vision
emerged from the bathroom, gorgeous breasts spilling out of the light blue silk
and black lace corset thing causing a stranglehold on his breathing and tight
grip on his groin.
Lea smiled, then twisted completely
around, giving him a glimpse of her perfect, spankable cheeks, nearly sending
him into cardiac arrest. He rubbed his chest, fighting the heat and fog
overtaking his body. God, she was stunning.
The urge to press her against the
wall and sink into her lush, hourglass curves shook through him. And because he
wanted to, with every hard, throbbing muscle in his over-heated body, Ben did
the only honorable thing he could.
He turned around and walked out.
Chapter Four
H e left.
Lea stumbled to the bed on shaky
legs and sank onto the mattress. He walked out. Why? Had she misread his
kisses? Did he really only see her as a kid sister? Her jumbled mind tried to
latch onto an explanation, but none were forthcoming.
Oh God, what have I done?
Before mortification set in, she
got up and changed into a T-shirt and shorts, resisting the urge to trash the
nightie. She fingered the silky material. It had been a sweet gesture from
Jordan and the girls, and didn’t belong at the bottom of the dump. The floor
maybe, after great sex, but not the dump. She shoved it back in her suitcase,
then turned out the light and crawled into bed.
So much for
up-against-the-wall-sex.
Why did she have to get the broken
negligee?
Turning her face, she laughed into
her pillow because it beat crying. Idiot. She swallowed past her swollen
throat. Leave it to her to scare the guy silly. Geez, he couldn’t get away fast
enough. Hot tears filled her eyes and slid down her cheek without her
permission. Dammit . She didn’t want to cry.
It wasn’t as if he hadn’t found her
attractive because, although Ben hadn’t said a word, a fierce hunger had blazed
in his green eyes, turning them a delicious emerald. Her good parts were still
tingling over that. Thank goodness he hadn’t been repulsed.
Otherwise, yeah, she’d really be
mortified.
Right now, Lea lingered somewhere
between embarrassed and humiliated. She hiccupped a laugh. The nightie wasn’t
exactly broken. He found her attractive, just not enough to overlook their
past.
She rolled over and buried her head
under the pillow. Now, if she could just pretend to be his girlfriend without
seeing him for the next twenty-four hours…that would be
neck.
Son-of-a-bitch!
He grasped the woman by the
shoulders and shoved her none-too-gently away. “Enough.” He flipped on the
light. “We’ve been through this before. I’m not interested. Your husband’s a
good man. Show him some respect.”
“I know he is,” she replied,
straightening her dress. “He’s just not…enough.”
“Well, look elsewhere. I’m not
interested.” Without waiting for a reply, he whipped open the door and strode
out.
The unfaithful woman just
solidified what he already knew: Relationships and the military did not mix.
He’d tried and failed. Mason had tried and failed with his bride walking away
the day of the wedding. His dad had tried and failed, once; the second to
Brandi’s mother didn’t count since Catherine’s life was cut so short. Then
there was his older brother Ethan. His wife had died in a skiing accident while
he’d been deployed, but Ben had suspected the woman had been cheating. Not
something his older brother needed to know. But it had certainly added to his
own disillusionment.
And what the colonel’s wife just
pulled cemented his views on women and relationships.
They weren’t worth it.
With a new resolve strengthening
his control, Ben entered his room and shut the door, relief easing the tension
from his shoulders. At least he’d be safe from their hostess for the night. He
turned around…and stopped dead.
Holy hell…
Stopped breathing.
Didn’t blink.
Mind blanked.
Again.
The most beautiful, erotic vision
emerged from the bathroom, gorgeous breasts spilling out of the light blue silk
and black lace corset thing causing a stranglehold on his breathing and tight
grip on his groin.
Lea smiled, then twisted completely
around, giving him a glimpse of her perfect, spankable cheeks, nearly sending
him into cardiac arrest. He rubbed his chest, fighting the heat and fog
overtaking his body. God, she was stunning.
The urge to press her against the
wall and sink into her lush, hourglass curves shook through him. And because he
wanted to, with every hard, throbbing muscle in his over-heated body, Ben did
the only honorable thing he could.
He turned around and walked out.
Chapter Four
H e left.
Lea stumbled to the bed on shaky
legs and sank onto the mattress. He walked out. Why? Had she misread his
kisses? Did he really only see her as a kid sister? Her jumbled mind tried to
latch onto an explanation, but none were forthcoming.
Oh God, what have I done?
Before mortification set in, she
got up and changed into a T-shirt and shorts, resisting the urge to trash the
nightie. She fingered the silky material. It had been a sweet gesture from
Jordan and the girls, and didn’t belong at the bottom of the dump. The floor
maybe, after great sex, but not the dump. She shoved it back in her suitcase,
then turned out the light and crawled into bed.
So much for
up-against-the-wall-sex.
Why did she have to get the broken
negligee?
Turning her face, she laughed into
her pillow because it beat crying. Idiot. She swallowed past her swollen
throat. Leave it to her to scare the guy silly. Geez, he couldn’t get away fast
enough. Hot tears filled her eyes and slid down her cheek without her
permission. Dammit . She didn’t want to cry.
It wasn’t as if he hadn’t found her
attractive because, although Ben hadn’t said a word, a fierce hunger had blazed
in his green eyes, turning them a delicious emerald. Her good parts were still
tingling over that. Thank goodness he hadn’t been repulsed.
Otherwise, yeah, she’d really be
mortified.
Right now, Lea lingered somewhere
between embarrassed and humiliated. She hiccupped a laugh. The nightie wasn’t
exactly broken. He found her attractive, just not enough to overlook their
past.
She rolled over and buried her head
under the pillow. Now, if she could just pretend to be his girlfriend without
seeing him for the next twenty-four hours…that would be
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