Her Temporary Hero (a Once a Marine Series book) (Entangled Indulgence) Read Online Free PDF

chair and couch to stop in front of her. He was close enough to see the tiny green speckles hidden in her brown eyes. “You stared at me when I was in a towel.” Not that he’d minded.
    She rolled her eyes. “Only because you were practically posing.”
    “I don’t pose.”
    “You leaned against the doorjamb and flexed. I know all about posing, cowboy. You. Were. Posing.”
    Logan was entranced by her confident teasing. She was also right, but it’d take a superheated branding iron to get him to admit it. “That so? And what makes you so experienced? Do you strike a lot of poses while cleaning offices? Or at play dates with your daughter?”
    Becky’s chin shot up and amusement tugged at her full lips. “Is that a challenge?”
    His talk with her could wait a few minutes. This was too much fun. “Oh yeah.” What would she do? He had to fight the familiar urge to touch her cheek and stroke all her skin to learn the angles and planes that made her face so interesting. Becky made him laugh one minute, then turned him inside out the next. She had a sweet sexiness he was coming to crave. Being around her chased out the darkness in him.
    “Accepted. Stand back, I’m going to need room to work.”
    Did she now? Logan moved back to the table, leaving Becky in the walkway between the table and living room. “Have at it, darlin’.” He leaned his ass against the thick table, crossing one booted foot over the other. She looked cute in that hot girl next door way with her ponytail, loose T-shirt, and shorts.
    Becky kicked off her worn athletic shoes, pulled the ends of the T-shirt up, and retied it.
    Logan sucked in a breath. That flash of taut skin stretched across her slight curve of a belly made him swallow. His view was disrupted when Becky pulled the band out of her hair, leaned over at the waist and shook her head. Then she flipped her hair up and it fell around her in streams of wild honey.
    His heart skipped a beat. What happened to that sweet, slightly embarrassed girl? This woman was…wow. The transformation stunned him. He opened his mouth to say something when she started to move.
    The words lodged in his chest. Becky held her head high, threw her shoulders back, outlining her full breasts beneath that shirt. Her hips rolled with sinuous grace as she glided across the floor on gorgeous long legs. Once she reached the kitchen island, she stopped as if she hit the end of a runaway. Putting one hand on her hip, she arched her body in a provocative pose and flashed him a dazzling smile. She stayed that way for several seconds.
    Logan jerked upright, his pulse galloping. Lust and need coiled low in his groin. It took everything he had to stay where he was. He wanted to touch her. Hell, he wanted to strip her naked and discover every inch of the woman who just a few minutes ago had been self-conscious about having her stomach exposed. Now she was brazenly working it. Which was the real Becky? He hoped it was both—sweet and spicy.
    She dropped her arm, sliding into an agile turn, and creating ripples in her golden blond hair that couldn’t be an accident. She walked back.
    Right at him.
    Her breasts bounced, hips swayed, and that smile never once lost its glorious perfection. Total high-fashion model and girl next door rolled into one breath-stealing, hard-on inducing package. She coasted to a stop when her bare toes nearly touched the tips of his boots.
    The sultry scent of honeysuckle wafted from her. Tilting her head up she said, “With more than ten years in beauty pageants, I know posing when I see it.”
    Sweat popped out beneath his shirt and his dick swelled. It wasn’t just the sensuality of her walk and pose, but the way she’d just put him in his place. “You win.” His voice came out low and rough. For days they’d been dancing around this desire between them. He could almost see the streaks of electricity arcing between them.
    Her flawless smile melted, and her gaze locked onto his.