While She Was Sleeping...

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“Melanie took out my personal stuff. I guess to get it ready for you.”

Oops. Apparently he’d jumped to judge her, too. “How long are you staying?”

She smiled with all the warmth of a nurse proffering a bedpan. “Until I’m sure you’re not taking advantage of my sister.”

He wanted to laugh. He’d moved in to protect her sister. “I’m not interested in doing that. Just in escaping four boys and a dog’s worth of chaos. When they leave, I go back home, Melanie’s fortune, house and honor intact.”

“I know I seem overprotective, but her track record with men is…” She pressed her lips together. “Anyway, I just wanted to meet you before I move to Florida.”

At least she was loyal to her sister. That was one good quality he could focus on, to keep himself from strangling her… or something else, which he wished he could stop wanting to do. “I’ll sleep in the guest room while you’re here.”

“Oh, well that’s very nice of—”

“Unless—” he gestured to the bed “—you’d like to share again?”

Her hands went back to her hips. Her brows dropped as if they had weights.

“No?” He gave her his best charmer grin. Did she have no sense of humor? “Out of luck for a repeat, huh?”

“Completely.” She held herself as if she’d had her vertebrae fused. The challenge was irresistible.

“So…no chance even for a quickie right now?”

Her eyes darkened. Her fists were going to crack her hip bones if she wasn’t careful. “If you keep harassing me like this, I’m going to—”

“Tell on me?” He took another prowling step toward her. He was being a complete jerk, but she thought he was one anyway, and he was tired of trying to be nice. Something about her made him edgy and angry and excited and horny all at once. Didn’t he say he usually went for calm women? He should go downstairs right now, move the rest of his stuff up into the guest room and act like a saint so she’d trust him with her sister and leave.

And he’d never get to touch her again.

Another step. She glanced to one side, glanced back. Glanced to the other. Glanced back. Her lips parted.

Where was the outrage now? Swamped by hormones? Was he affecting her the same way she was affecting him?

Or did she just get off on guys who were jerks?

Sheesh. If he wasn’t getting more and more turned on by her, he’d be feeling contempt. He’d be thinking women like her were why nice, non-caveman guys couldn’t get a break.

Unfortunately, now that he was one step away from her, his inner caveman was acting up. He could see the sexy indentation at the base of her throat, her collarbones peeking from her scoop neckline, the shadow of cleavage—and no, he wasn’t just looking down her shirt because he had also noticed her eyes were wide and anxious again.

Worse, her proximity brought back details of his predawn sexual raid in startling clarity. The way she’d arched and moaned, the way her hips undulated with his rhythm, the way—

“What are you doing?” Her voice came out a cracking whisper. She didn’t step back or move away; her eyes held his. Where was Ms. Dragon Lady now?

“I’m…” What was he doing? “…going to kiss you.”

His words snapped her out of whatever human form she’d taken. “What?”

He winced. Did she have to make so much noise? “Did you not hear?”

“I heard fine. Now, you listen to me.” She had the gall to thrust a finger at him, as if he were nine and she was his den leader. “You’re here living with my sister, and you are absolutely not allowed to take any advantage of—Mmph.”

Kissing her was the most polite way he could think of to shut her up. Certainly the most appealing.

Her lips were warm and clung to his, and what was supposed to be a single me-man, you-woman kiss turned longer. His hands moved, one over soft hair to rest behind her head, one over soft fabric to press her curving body against him.

He’d just learned something. Calm women, the kinds he liked, the kinds he’d always dated, were calm when they kissed, too. Not this set-me-on-fire passion. He broke the kiss for a second, then went right back in, not able to get enough.

Surprisingly strong arms shoved him back. Startled, he let go and immediately regretted it.

“You—you—you …” Outrage again. But she hadn’t moved a step away from him. Not even half a step. Ms. Dragon Lady talked a good chaste game, but wanted to be ravished. He wanted to roll his eyes. His type of woman was straightforward, honest, no games. “That is absolutely beyond anything I’ve ever—Mmph.”

He’d learned something else. It was easier to keep kissing her than stand there and be lectured. Given that her shrieking seemed always at the ready, he might have to do a lot of kissing this morning.

Except the more he kissed her, the more he wanted to do a lot more than kiss her, and the more it annoyed him on behalf of nice guys the world over that she responded to him when he behaved like a caveman and shrieked at him when he was polite.

This time the arms were even more surprisingly strong, and once she’d pried him off her, she actually took a step back, then another, then folded those strong arms across her heaving chest, face flushed. She finally meant business.

“Stop. Just stop.”

“About time.” The muttered words came out louder than he intended. Her eyes widened and for a second she looked hurt and he felt like a toad even if she did deserve it. But the moment of vulnerability clicked off in a second and her mouth opened for more screaming. He hurried to cut her off—with words this time. “I meant that you seem to enjoy being… coerced.”

That didn’t help, either. Around women like her he needed to learn not to say whatever was in his head.

“I’m just going to tell you one thing. You are not staying in this house and I’m going to do everything in my power to bring Melanie to Florida with me, out of your depraved company.”

Depraved company? Did she stay home and read Gothic novels all day? Now he was frustrated, horny and completely disgusted. “That was two things.”

“What?”

“You said you were going to tell me one. You told me two.”

“How can you possibly pick on that after—”

“Because you refuse to listen or—”

“—you kiss me, when—”

“—let me finish my sentences.”

“—you and Melanie are dating seriously.”

He frowned. Had he heard that correctly? “What?”

“See?” She tossed her thick below-shoulder hair scornfully. “It doesn’t even occur to you that it’s a bad idea to come on to your girlfriend’s sister?”

“Huh?” She had him at a complete loss. Again. Women were the most mysterious beings on the planet. “Melanie and me?”

“She’s had enough pain in her life being betrayed and tossed around by men. Give her a break. Just pack up and leave before you hurt her.”

Okay. A small lightbulb, just a small one. “Your sister and I are not—”