Sweeter Temptation (Kimani Hotties) by Phyllis Bourne Read Free Book Online Page B

hadn’t even stopped yet.
    “Think of it like treating a hangover.” Nia rose from her chair. “You know, the hair of the dog...”
    “Never mind, I think I’ll take a nap instead,” Kyle said, heading back toward the living room. Stretching out on the age-hardened sofa sounded like heaven compared to a trip outside.
    A small, but firm hand gripped his arm.
    “Oh, no you don’t.” Nia tried to spin him around. When he didn’t budge, she marched around to face him. “Wasn’t it you just a moment ago going on about cabin fever and boredom?” she asked. “Didn’t you say it was my responsibility to keep you entertained?”
    “I was thinking along the lines of toasting marshmallows in the fireplace and watching a movie. You know, things people normally do to ride out snowstorms.”
    “I don’t like marshmallows. Besides, some fresh air won’t kill either of us.”
    “It might when the air is barely twenty degrees.”
    “Oh, come on. Where’s your spirit of adventure?”
    “I left it in my abandoned car,” he said. “Speaking of which, my coat is ruined, and I don’t have snow boots.”
    The hand on his arm slid to his hand. His pulse kicked up unexpectedly as her fingertips made contact with his skin. So did his temperature.
    He’d nearly kissed her earlier. Now the thought crossed his mind again. Kyle couldn’t explain it. He’d already established Nia wasn’t his type. So why the sudden curiosity about the taste of those full lips?
    He’d been working too hard. That had to be it. There was no other explanation.
    Meanwhile, he’d just have to continue to exercise some self-restraint.
    Nia tugged his hand, unaware of how close she’d come to being pulled into his arms and kissed thoroughly.
    “No problem,” she said. “This place used to be a working farm complete with farmhands. I’m sure there’s something in the mudroom that will fit you.”
    She led him to a closet off the kitchen filled with old work clothes. Dropping his hand, she stepped inside the small closet and began rummaging through the clothes on hangers.
    Kyle was giving himself a mental pat on the back for fighting off the urge to kiss her—twice, when she bent over to pick through a stack of old sweaters, offering up a perfect view of her denim-clad rear end.
    “Sweet, Jesus,” Kyle murmured. He caressed her rounded bottom with his gaze before finally tearing it away.
    “Did you say something?” she asked.
    Nia heaped winter gear into his arms, again oblivious to the direction his thoughts had taken. He didn’t want to put on old clothes and trek through the snow—he wanted to peel off those jeans and take her to bed.
    “Um...I guess I was thinking aloud about what a bad idea it is for us to go outside in this storm,” he said.
    And despite the message the front of his pants was sending him, sleeping with her wasn’t a good idea, either. Not that she was offering. He’d been around enough women to know when one was attracted to him, and Nia hadn’t sent out any signals.
    Just as well, Kyle thought. He’d come to Ohio for business, not to get laid. There would be plenty of time for the latter, once the new division of Ellison Industries was up and running, and he was sitting at his father’s desk. Permanently.
    “They’re not fashionable, but they’ll do.” Nia held a battered coat with a Dickies label in front of him for size. “Try these on while I hunt for a pair of boots.”
    Boots? This had gone on long enough, Kyle thought. He needed to make it clear to this woman there was nothing she could say or do to convince him to go outside. Not until the snow stopped and the real cavalry showed up with plows to push it out of his way.
    Finally noticing he hadn’t made a move to put the clothes on, Nia turned and looked up at him. Her kissable lips spread into a grin. The one she’d flashed him in the kitchen earlier. The dimple-revealing smile that reached her big brown eyes and made them sparkle.
    “It’ll