Free Falling for the Wingman (The Kelly Brothers, Book 3) by Crista McHugh Page A

long, slender legs and her blue plaid button-down shirt tied at her waist, giving him a peek at her flat stomach. Her hair fell messily over her shoulders, the sunlight making the red and gold in the tousled waves burn like fire. She was the very image of a pretty country girl, but his thoughts were anything but innocent as he watched her.
    He was thinking about how her legs would feel wrapped around his waist, about how silky the skin of her stomach would be as he ran his hands under her shirt to the gentle swell of her breasts, about how he’d love to tangle his fingers in her wild hair as he made her come. The haze of desire settled over his vision, and the blood rushed to his groin once again.
    God help me, I’m not supposed to have these kind of thoughts about Alex .
    But every time he tried to push them away, a new wave would ambush him. There was nothing intentionally coy or seductive in her actions, but the longer he watched, the more he wanted her.
    She paused on a rock a few feet out, the water coming up to just below her knees. “Are you coming?”
    He bit back a groan. He wanted to come, just not in the way she offered. He hadn’t been laid since before he deployed, and judging by the hard-on she was giving him, it was nine months too long. If he didn’t get hold of himself, he’d be asking Bubba for one of those tents so he could take Alex into the woods with him and find out if she lived up to the fantasies that were invading his mind.
    Time for the equivalent of a cold shower. He slipped off his shoes and waded out until the cool water came up to his waist. The ache in his balls ebbed, but the lake did little to douse his thoughts about Alex.
    “Caleb?” she asked, her voice rising with a hint of worry.
    “Sorry, Alex.” He splashed water on his face and forced those thoughts out of his mind. “I just needed to cool off.”
    “You kind of spaced out on me there.” She came closer to him, stopping where the water lapped against the frayed edges of her shorts. “Are you not having a good time?”
    The heat in his veins warned him that if she came much closer, he would be in trouble. He turned his back to her and continued to splash around until his T-shirt was as soaked as his shorts. “No, I’m having a great time. Almost too good of a time, actually.”
    “Then care to tell me why you bolted into the water like you were on fire?”
    He pressed his palms against his temples. If he told her she was turning him on, how would she react? On one hand, she’d responded to his kisses like she enjoyed them as much as he had. On the other hand, those kisses had all been part of their ploy to get people talking and make Kourtney jealous. Of course she’d act like she’d enjoy them. But until this J.T. arrived, they didn’t need to put on a show. She’d said they could just be themselves. And right now, he was dying to know how she’d respond to his touch when they weren’t performing for an audience.
    Caleb turned around and closed the gap between them in three long strides. Without any warning, without asking for permission or testing to see how she’d respond, he pulled her against him and covered her mouth with his own.
    She gasped, her body stiffening in surprise, and he mentally cursed.
    Then her arms wrapped around his neck and her tongue dove into his mouth. She was kissing him back with a passion that matched his. Now it was his turn to stiffen in surprise, followed by releasing the moan he’d been holding back. He dragged her deeper into the water, never missing a beat. He wanted to drown in her kisses.
    As if she’d known what he’d been fantasizing about, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her fingers alternated between digging into his shoulders and running though his hair while her hips ground against his growing erection in a seductive dance that left him hating the layers of clothes between them.
    He stumbled back, the water up to their chests, and finally came up for air.