The Right Temptation by Diane Escalera Read Free Book Online Page A

of them thought they could change him, make him fall in love or something. Like that would ever happen. Once they realized they couldn’t, they either made a gracious exit or stayed on for the sex.
    It wouldn’t always be this way. Eventually, he’d cut the crap and get serious. When he did, he’d fully commit to one special woman. But that was in the future. Right now he only cared about making something of himself. When the time came to settle down, he’d have the means to provide a decent life for his family.
    He didn’t aspire to be the CEO of a major company. That didn’t mean he didn’t have goals or dreams. He had drive, valued hard work. Benjamin LaCosta had taught him how to be a man. Both his uncle and mother had instilled an important lesson: family came first. Family meant everything. He carried that mantra close to his heart. And one day, he’d make them proud.
    Kayla rose from the swing. She knocked his thoughts right back to the moment, and to his dilemma. He’d been effective at controlling his emotions. It took a lot to rattle him. Kayla had done so little, and yet here he sat, all twisted up inside. Damn her for having so much power over him. He felt helpless against it. How the hell did a man deal with that? He had no experience to draw from because no woman had ever gotten to him this way. He couldn’t believe she’d wanted him all these years. It should’ve scared the shit out of him. And she did! But he also felt like a stud. Look at the woman. What guy wouldn’t want to be the object of her affection?
    He watched Kayla stroll leisurely to the swimming pool. She had more curves than a winding country road. His hand had felt that luscious body, had even touched her soft breasts. He swallowed the lump in his throat. Damn. He wanted her.
    Her brother served as a convenient excuse. That's not what held him back. He could handle Jesse. Kayla, on the other hand, gave him serious doubt. He didn’t want a relationship. A casual affair would never work. Not with her. He knew somebody would get hurt. His gaze skittered over her frame, stopping at her rounded ass molded by tight-fitting jeans. It wasn’t too late. He could save himself if he walked away now.
    But what did he do? He got up and walked over to her instead. So what if she gyrated seductively to the slow sexy song that had just started to play. She moved like a siren, swaying and swiveling her shapely hips. Her body spoke its own language, one he understood.
    Her arms went up in the air and her writhing body went into sync with the melody. Every part of her moved seamlessly and when she threw her head back, her beautiful curls danced across her back. He came closer, grazing her with his chest. She turned around and gave him a smile that made his heart falter. Her sleek arms looped around his neck. She rocked her pelvis, coaxed him to follow her rhythm.
    He took his mind out of the equation and his body went on autopilot. Light on his feet, he scooped Kayla against him. Their bodies were made for each other, moved like they’d been dancing together forever.
    “Who taught you how to dance?” Kayla meshed her body with his.
    “I’m Latin. It comes natural,” he said, pressing her into his erection. To be honest, his mom had taught him some moves. She’d told him one day he’d be grateful; dancing enhanced a man’s sex appeal. More than once, his mother’s theory had proven true.
    Holding him possessively, Kayla gazed into his eyes. “It’s so beautiful out here.” She looked up at the dark sky and exhaled a soft breath.
    Perfect time for a steamy kiss. “You got that right,” he said, fighting the urge with everything he had. Having tasted her already made the battle twice as hard. He’d lusted for other women, but nothing like this. And that had been with just a kiss.
    “Is your cast bugging you?” She touched his arm and smiled sympathetically.
    “What cast?” Nothing else fit into his brain except Kayla and how right