Tempted by the Soldier (A Falling for You Novel) (Entangled Brazen)

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Authors: Nicolette Day
Tags: Contemporary Romance, Military, new adult, Erotic, road trip, tessa bailey, wedding
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between his teeth. “Do you have any idea how hot that coffee was?”
    She scowled at him, heating at the memory of the tantalizing hardness that hid behind his zipper. He’d been that affected by her just being close to his—
    She didn’t know whether to be flattered or worried. She tucked her ragged hair behind her ear and frowned when a curl, now shorter than the rest, slipped free and fell back into her face. Great . At this rate she was going to be disfigured by the time she got to Vermont. So much for bagging a hot groomsman. Reluctantly, her eyes wandered over to the one groomsman she had no intention of bagging. That kiss had been a mistake. A mistake she wasn’t going to repeat.
    Right? Right.
    He slid his seat all the way back and was rolling his pants leg up to inspect the damage.
    “Does it really hurt that bad?”
    He grunted. “I’ll be fine.”
    She sighed and grabbed her purse, fishing for the first aid kit Hayden had given her for Christmas last year. “Take your pants off.”
    He stilled and turned his wide-eyed gaze on her. “Excuse me?”
    “Take your pants off so I can take a look at the burn. You can change into dry ones before we get back on the road.”
    She didn’t wait for him to answer. Instead, she grabbed the little black kit and looked up to find Nate standing out in the rain, shimmying out of his jeans. Once he had them off he jumped back in and shut the door to block the rain out.
    “It’s just a coffee burn.” He wadded up his pants and tossed them in the back seat. “I think I’ll live. No need to play Florence Nightingale.”
    She sighed. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re as stubborn as a mule?”
    “Well, look at that,” he drawled. “We do have something in common.”
    “Just slide your seat back and shut up.”
    Amusement in his gaze, he obeyed and slid his seat back far enough for her to get a good look. She had the feeling that not many women gave orders to Nate Jennings. And it was even less likely that he obeyed them. A thrill of pleasure ran through her that he’d given in so easily. Not that she expected it to happen again.
    “You carry a first aid kit?” He raised a brow as she ripped open a packet of burn gel. “Why does this seem eerily familiar?”
    “I worked for Hayden Summers for two years. Her neurosis was bound to rub off on me.”
    The laughter died in his throat when she slipped her hand under his thigh to pull his leg up, then rubbed the gel over the red mark on his muscular calf, soothing the burn. She peeked up at him and his eyes were half-lidded, watching her with an intensity that sparked a burn low in her belly. God…that really was all it took from him. One look that stripped her bare and she was overwhelmed with want. Why couldn’t she be this attracted to someone safe? Like her dentist. Or the guy at the coffee shop who kept writing his number on her caramel macchiato.
    “I really am sorry about your hair,” he said.
    She slapped a gauze pad over the burn a little harder than necessary. “You didn’t seem very sorry when you were going at it like it was a log and you were in a lumberjack competition.”
    He chuckled. “Hey, I tried to unzip. But I ran out of options when you started screaming like a banshee.”
    “You pulled my hair! It hurt.”
    “There was a cop staring at us while your face was planted in my lap. I was working under pressure, Lil.”
    “A cop?” She scoffed. “He showed you pictures of his kids and told you stories about the high school reunion you missed. I doubt you were in danger of doing hard time.” She leaned back and zipped the kit back up, forcing her gaze to stay on his face and not on the considerable bulge inside the black boxer briefs he was wearing. “There. How does that feel?”
    Grabbing an extra pair of jeans out of his duffel bag, he shrugged, then fought to pull them on in the cramped space that the truck provided. “Like I said, I’ve had way worse injuries.”
    Without

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