|Tempting Mr. Wrong (#2)|
by Kerri Carpenter
Publisher: Entangled Publishing - Lovestruck
Series: Wrong Man
Kissing Mr. Wrong #1 (affil.)
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: June 13, 2016
|Description from Publisher: Lance Townsend craves freedom after years living a structured existence in the Army. But just as he’s about to start on his bucket list, Lance receives an unexpected request: check in on his goddaughter. The problem? The adorable little girl’s aunt is the one woman he’s never been able to forget.
Carly Quigley can’t believe her brother’s best friend, the man who jilted her years ago, is at her door. He claims her brother asked him to check in on her niece and their fixer-upper, but all either of them can focus on is their undeniable attraction. Carly knows Lance is counting down the hours to leave, which makes him the wrong man for her. Unfortunately, the wrong man has become oh-so-tempting.
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They walked back into the kitchen. Carly faced him. “What time is Mya coming home? Do I need to pick her up?”
“Caitlin’s mom said she would drop her off.” He looked down at his watch. “In about two hours from now.”
Carly put her hands in the pockets of her jeans and rolled back on her heels. “Wow, two whole hours, Mya-free. Just me and you.”
She said it lightly, but as soon as the words were out of her mouth, the implication that they were alone filled the room. No Mya, no interruptions.
They stood on opposite sides of the table. He could see her chest rising and falling as the silence between them dragged on. His palms were damp and he wiped them on his jeans.
God, she was so damn beautiful. Taking in her gorgeous body, the usual reminder that he shouldn’t look at his best friend’s sister like this didn’t surface. In fact, he’d stopped thinking about her as Chris’s sister days ago.
Those green eyes that sparkled as if they were laughing at all times. Her luxurious red hair. All of those womanly curves packed into her petite body. What man would be able to resist her?
Not me. Not anymore.
Carly started a pot of coffee. While it brewed, she meandered over to the window again. Thank God she wasn’t holding her coffee cup because it would have most definitely been dropped and splattered into a million pieces on the floor. Lance was working out in the backyard. But not just working out. Half-naked working out. And currently he was doing one-armed pushups as his rippling muscles quivered with the exertion.
Damn. She knew something else that was currently trembling, and she had to cross her legs to keep from losing it completely. Her mouth dropped open, and she knew that drool was soon to drip out of it. She knew Lance was built, but witnessing his naked top half working out really drove that point home.
As if he felt her presence and knew she was standing there gawking at him, Lance looked up. No time to even pretend to be doing something else, she was totally busted. Taking it in stride, Carly winked and then strolled back to the kitchen and fixed her coffee. As Lance sauntered in the back door a few moments later, she took a long, deep gulp, the hot liquid scalding her throat. Not that she felt it because Lance still remained shirtless and her brain therefore remained inoperable.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“For what?” He was shocked to hear his breathing sounded so labored.
“For giving me the afternoon off. For making that cake. For helping with Mya when I botched everything. It’s a lot easier with you here.” She blushed. “A couple days ago, I would have never thought I’d say that.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Yeah, you didn’t seem too thrilled to see me.”
“No, I was…okay.” She laughed. “I wasn’t. To be honest, I was still thinking about my brother’s wedding. I’d never understood why you’d left me so abruptly back then.”
Warning bells sounded in the back of his mind at the mention of her brother. His best friend. It felt like a broken record was playing on repeat in his brain. And that record was titled Off-Limits, Off-Limits, Off-Limits.
Carly must have picked up on his thoughts. She took a small step back. “I know, you don’t want to kiss me. You don’t see me that way.”
He took her in from her swollen lips to the sexy business suit she still wore, to all of that amazing hair. Her eyes were practically twinkling, lighting up her fair, flawless skin. Did she have any idea how gorgeous she was? How appealing she was?
He shook his head. “That’s the problem, Carly,” he began, his voice coming out in gruff spurts. “I do see you like that. I’ve been fighting it since I got here.” He ran a hand through his short hair. “Hell, probably since Chris and Gretchen said I do.”
Her mouth fell open.
“I tell myself over and over that it’s wrong to think about you the way I do.”
A small smile played over her lips. “How do you think about me?”
He swallowed hard. “In a way that would definitely make your brother sucker-punch me in the face.”