Free Married by Monday (Weekday Brides) by Catherine Bybee Page B

eyes.
    “ You’re my best friend’s husband’s friend. If you’re looking for a wife you might peek into your little black book, or whatever it is you use, and draw another name.”
    Carter let his arms drop and took two steps closer. The angrier she became, the more his blood churned. His body responded to her outrage, but not in anger. “I don’t want to draw another name.”
    “ Well you need to. As far as I see it, you and I hardly get along. We have nothing in common and can’t be in the same room for more than an hour without getting into an argument.”
    True. All of what she said was true.
    He moved into her personal space, felt the heat of her skin, and sensed the spark of her temper. Her eyes shifted as he approached, but she didn’t slide away. Stubborn woman, she simply glared daring him to prove her wrong. Well, he intended to do just that.
    “ You’re ignoring one thing that proves you’re the perfect wife for me.”
    She tilted her chin in defiance. “Oh, yeah…what’s that?”
    “ This.” He swept her into his arms and captured her lips in the space of one breath. He was banking on her willful nature to accept his kiss and she didn’t disappoint. Her lips were an explosion of taste on his.
    She let out a tiny whimper as her eyes fluttered closed. Molding his body to hers, he made sure she felt his growing desire. Her soft curves ignited his body and left his brain mush.
    He ran his tongue over her lips and demanded acceptance. He’d waited so long to be where he was at this point, he wasn’t coming up for air even if his head grew dizzy and the lights faded.
    Her fingers found his arms and gripped him hard. For a brief moment, he thought she’d push him away. He should have known better. Eliza tilted her head and opened enough for him to devour her. Their tongues dueled, both fighting for control over their growing passion. Her kiss was everything he’d ever dreamed it would be. He could smell the sandalwood musk she used as perfume. Something he’d always identified as uniquely hers. No flowers or overly sweet designer perfumes would do her justice.
    Carter slid a hand around her waist and nibbled on the edge of her lips.
    Her hand drifted between his suit jacket and kneaded his back before dipping lower over his ass.
    Sweet lord he wanted her. He released her lips only to move on to her chin and neck, trailing kisses and learning the spots on her body that made her whimper.
    She sighed and tilted her hips into his. She trembled and searched for more contact. Carter slid between her thighs and lifted her with ease onto the cool granite countertop.
    Eliza pushed his jacket from his shoulders.
    He tossed it to the side in a rush. Even with their clothes on, her body searched for his, begging to be touched, to be fulfilled.
    He wanted to make love with her, needed to prove they were more than friends. A tiny voice in the back of his head warned him that she was vulnerable tonight. Spent from a taxing day filled with reporters and cops.
    But as he filled his palm with her breast and her nipple tightened into a small bud of need, he knew he couldn’t walk away from her now without igniting her anger. He pinched her nipple, and she let out an uncharacteristic squeak. He brought his lips back to hers and smiled under her kiss.
     
    Eliza gripped his hips and moved against him. She should be pushing him away, stopping this reckless act that wouldn’t end well.
    She couldn’t. Living her life the way she had, never knowing what tomorrow would bring made her want this more than taking her next breath. Somewhere between dodging Jim and Dean and cocktails on the beach, Eliza realized that through all her bravado, she might just have to uproot her entire life in order to stay alive.
    That meant saying goodbye to Carter. Saying goodbye to those she’d foolishly allowed into her heart.
    So when Carter found the waistband of her pants and pushed his way inside, Eliza didn’t stop him. Instead, she