Thwarting Cupid by Lori Crawford Page A

tried his best to focus on anything other than her in an effort to head off the hard on that was threatening. Standing up, the baggy shirt and shorts he wore would have been great camouflage. Stretched on his back like this with nothing defying gravity except him, not so much.
    “How's it going in there?” He looked out the cabinet door to see her squatting next to Josh. She'd wiped the boy's face, but the tears were still pooling in his eyes.
    Hutch would get to Captain Bobo if it were the last thing he did. “It's going okay,” he lied and gave them both a smile. It wasn't ‘going’ at all, but Hutch wasn't about to admit that.
    She kissed Josh's cheek. “Go wash your face while I see if I can help Daddy.”
    Josh sniffled and nodded before trudging off like the weight of the world was on his tiny shoulders.
    Carissa crawled under the sink next to Hutch. The scent of her filled his senses. The hard on he was trying to prevent quivered in acknowledgment. What did she do to him? He had to get rid of her if was going to rescue Captain Bobo. He certainly couldn't do it when all he could think about was sinking into her soft, welcoming core. He just wanted to be as close to her as possible, as often as possible.
    He tried to get his mind off his gorgeous wife. “Where's Christina? She's not out starting a third world war or something is she?”
    Carissa laughed. “She's hosting a tea party in her room. I wouldn't swear against the war thing, though. I think Stalin is one of her guests.”
    He stopped fiddling with the pipe to give his wife an incredulous look. “She's four. What the heck does she know about Stalin?”
    “Vanessa was writing a paper about him last week.” Carissa shrugged. “I think she likes his uniform.”
    He blew out a breath. “I guess if that's all it is...”
    Carissa turned her attention to the pipes. “How's it really going under here?”
    He relaxed his arms again. “What? You didn't believe me when I said it was okay?”
    “Not for a moment.” She grinned at him and patted his stomach. Oh, how he wanted that hand of hers to be just a little lower. His gaze strayed to below her neck. Carissa wore a bra under her tank top, but neither were enough to contain her bosom. She was on her side and the top breast spilled out of the tank just enough to make his mouth water. His mind got so lost in the possibilities he almost missed what she said next. “...to save your life.”
    “What?”
    “Can you stop staring at my tits long enough to focus?”
    He licked his lips and kept his eyes right where they were. “I don't know. Maybe.”
    She blew out a breath. “Fine.” She reached inside her bra. Was she going to give him a little flash? Hutch hoped so. The smile that settled on his face faded when she pulled out not the nipple he was hoping for, but a Captain Bobo action figure. This time, his eyes went to hers.
    “Wait. You mean it didn't fall in the disposal after all?”
    She checked the door of the cabinet to make sure they were still alone. “This is a duplicate. I figure we give it to Josh and have the plumber come out on Monday to rescue the real Bobo.”
    He frowned. It sounded like a good plan, but he wanted to be the one doing the rescuing. Just like she always seemed to do, she read his mind. She cupped his jaw with a gentle hand.
    “So this isn't your kind of plumbing. Big deal.” She caressed his chest and stomach, then lower still to give him an intimate squeeze. Her voice went all husky. “There's other plumbing you're plenty good at.”
    Before Hutch could regain his wits, she slid out from under the sink, leaving the action figure on his chest. He picked up the little man and studied it. He really wanted to do this for Josh. Maybe she was right. He could spend the rest of his Saturday under this stupid sink or he could enjoy the day with his family. The latter sounded much more appealing. Not to mention, Hutch was a little concerned about his daughter inviting Stalin