Lori Wilde - Stop The Wedding! - Night Driving / Smooth Sailing / Crash Landing

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Night DrivingEx-Army Captain Boone Toliver will do anything to stop his sister marrying a man she hardly knows. But with an injured leg, Boone’s only option is hitching a ride with his free-spirited neighbour, Tara Duvall – who sets his blood on fire!Smooth SailingBillionaire Jeb Whitcomb is desperate to win back his ex – so when she decides to marry someone else, he immediately sets sail. But Jeb has a stowaway, stunning Haley French, the only woman who can make a newly good man…behave badly !Crash LandingWhen Gibb Martin’s business partner bails on a major project to get married, pilot Sophia Cruz agrees to fly him to Florida…to stop the wedding! But when Sophia is forced to crash land, they end up stranded on a deserted island – surrounded by temptation…

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“Sore neck?” he asked.

“It’s nothing.”

“C’mere,” he said. “I’ll rub it for you.”

“Will you?” she asked gratefully, before she understood what she was getting herself into.

He patted the blanket in front of him.

Tara edged over and sank down between his legs. The fire was in front of her, Boone behind. Talk about a rock and a hard place. Then his big hands touched her shoulders and began a gentle massage. She melted at the very same time she stiffened. Part of her wanting to relax into the moment, the other part on guard against the way his touch made her feel.

His fingers hit a tender spot.

“Ooh,” she moaned.

“You’ve got a big knot there.” He pushed in deeper, probing her sore muscle.

All the air left her body in one swift whoosh.

“Too hard?”

She shook her head. “Hurts so good.”

“More?”

“Oh, yeah.”

He increased the pressure. “How’s that?”

“If it gets any better it’s gonna be illegal.”

His thumb made circular motions against her skin. “I can’t believe how tense you are. You seem so looseygoosey.”

Yeah, except for when a sexy man was massaging her neck. “Appearances can be deceiving.”

“You can say that again,” he murmured.

“Appearances can be deceiving,” she quipped, because his hands were moving lower, settling on her shoulders and she was getting some decidedly sweet sensations spreading over her.

“You’re irrepressible.”

“Like a wrinkled cotton shirt?”

“More like a bedspring.”

A wild thrill fluttered against her ribcage, her skin tingling everywhere his fingers caressed her. “Coiled and ready for action?”

His laugh was so deep and rich, the flutter turned into an avalanche. The sensation was more than she could handle. She scooted away from him. “The stew is bubbling. I’m starving. Let’s eat.”

“Okay,” he said.

Was it her imagination, or did he sound disappointed?

“I’ll get the bowls.” She returned with the mismatched bowls she’d dug from a box of kitchen supplies earlier.

He ladled stew into the bowls. “Spoons?”

She passed him an oversized spoon with an ornate handle, held a rounded soup spoon in her other hand.

“None of your dishes or silverware match,” he said. “I noticed that when we were packing up.”

“I buy them at garage sales. Cheap matters more to me than matchy-match.”

He chuckled.

“What’s funny?” Was he making fun of her frugality?

“Nothing.”

“Stop laughing at me.” She pretended to be miffed.

“I’m not laughing at you.”

“No?”

“None of my dishes match either. I do the very same thing. I thought matching silverware mattered to women.”

“Depends on the woman.”

“No doubt.”

She blew across the steaming spoonful of stew, but didn’t meet his gaze. Her insides felt hot and shivery, like when you have a fever, and she had no idea why. “I would have thought that since you’d been married once, you’d have things that match.”

“Naw. Shaina took the wedding gifts.”

“She didn’t leave you anything?”

“My freedom. Mismatched dishes. Small price to pay.”

“Yeah,” she said, as if she knew what she was talking about.

A long silence stretched between them. Tara felt the need to say something in order to keep from thinking too much. “You ever notice how food tastes better when it’s cooked over an open flame?”

“You’re just hungry.”

“Seriously, there’s something about the outdoors. The stars twinkling overhead. The smell of wood smoke…”

“We’re burning cornhusks.”

“The smell of cornhusk.” Balancing her bowl of stew in one hand, Tara leaned forward on her knees to poke the fire with a stick. The flame hissed, flared high. She didn’t know why she’d poked it, other than her restless need to move. It had nothing to do with the fact that Boone stirred feelings in her that no one else had ever stirred.

Liar, liar, pants on fire .

The heat was so intense that she jerked back, dropping both the stick and the bowl of stew. She gasped, and toppled backward onto Boone.

“Whoa.” He grabbed her with an arm as strong as a steel band, momentarily holding her aloft in midair.

His wounded leg was between them. She twisted sideways, struggling not to fall on it. He was doing some fancy maneuvering himself to avoid the same thing. With his arm clutched tightly around her, he rolled onto his back, pulling her flush against him. Somehow, she ended up with legs dangling off to one side, skirt hem flipped up, her butt in the air and her pelvis pressed sideways against his lower abdomen.

She was so stunned, that for a second she just lay there, trying to figure out how she had gotten herself into this predicament.

Boone’s body tensed beneath her weight and she felt something hard. Oh dear, was that…? Tara gulped.

He grew harder still. “Get off!” he hollered.

She scrambled up, spun around and sprinted toward the car, stumbling in the darkness, her cheeks burning hotly.

Fudge on a cracker! She’d given Boone an erection.

DAMMIT!

He’d already apologized to her once and it had taken everything he could muster to admit he was wrong. Asking for forgiveness felt like weakness and he was weak enough as it was with a bum leg.

But when her warm, tight body lay stretched across his he’d gotten aroused. It was a normal biological reaction. How could she blame him for something he had no control over? Was she insulted? Scared that he was going to take advantage of her? She’d run away from him. Clearly, he’d made her uncomfortable. Hell, he’d made himself uncomfortable. He didn’t like facing the fact that flaky Tara Duvall turned him on.

Boone let loose with a stronger curse word. They were still a very long way from Key West. He had to do something to smooth things over. Apologize again, if needed. He winced and struggled to his feet. He didn’t bother putting on his brace and he had to pick his way carefully over the uneven ground. In the light from the half-moon, he could make out her silhouette. She was leaning against the back of the U-Haul, her head bowed.

A spurt of alarm went through him. Was she that upset? Frig. Now he felt like a pervert.

“Tara,” he said softly once he reached the trailer. A strange tugging pulled at his heart. “Are you okay?”

She made a noise, sort of a cross between a snort and a chortle, but she could have been crying. Really? Crying? She might be a lot of things—impulsive, nosy, a chatterbox, but he’d never thought of her as someone who got upset easily. Or someone who would be shocked over an impromptu reaction.

He limped closer. He could smell her natural fragrance mingling with the scent of the night. “Tara?”

Her shoulders shook helplessly.

Yep, she was crying. He hated it when women cried. Tears made him feel so useless. “Hey,” he said simply. “Hey there. No need to snivel.”

He touched her upper arm.

She turned into him. He wrapped his arms around her. “There, there, I didn’t mean to yell at you. I didn’t mean to get…aroused.”

All at once he realized she wasn’t crying, but laughing. She was laughing at him!

Irritated, he put her away from him. “Ha, ha, very funny.”

“What? You thought I was crying because of how you spoke to me?” She lowered her eyelids, sent him a sultry look. “Or that I was shocked into sobs over your…” Her sly gaze slipped below his belt. “Um, impressive package?”

He flushed hot all over. “I didn’t think that.”

Her lip curled into an impish grin. “I did.”

The woman was toying with him and enjoying getting a rise out of him. Literally. “You’re hopeless.”

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