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The woman was going to pluck my last nerve. I opened the door, forced to catch her before she fell off the edge. There was no other choice but to scoop her up in my arms. It should be no big deal since it felt like she weighed nothing, but she smelled too good.

Her hair.

Her skin.

Shit.

She felt incredible being in my arms too, as if she’d been created just for me.

What the hell is wrong with you? You two hate each other.

Maybe so, but that didn’t stop animal attraction.

In her sleep, she pressed her hand against my chest, even rubbing the side of her face against my shirt. With a smile on her face, she looked positively angelic. Only I knew better. She was a devilish vixen who craved to tear my life apart.

I kicked the door closed and headed toward the stairs leading to the guest bedrooms. At least the one I slept in was downstairs and far removed from where she’d be. She’d have her own damn bathroom too. The house was large enough that maybe we could avoid each other completely.

Sounded like a plan, except the girl had to eat.

And boy, she could eat.

Every last French fry, other than what I’d snagged, the cheeseburger with extra cheese and bacon and a slice of pie with extra whipped cream. Plus, she’d made me wait while she took her time with the pie, every bite mewing like some wildcat.

On purpose.

Tormenting me as usual.

Tank was right on my heels as I headed up the stairs. Even before reaching the landing, she was mumbling. I strained to hear. Maybe I was eavesdropping, but I couldn’t fight my curiosity.

“He’s so… Big. And hot. Yes.” She giggled. Who the hell was she talking about? “And sexy. His lips are… to die for.” Just before she faded into a deeper sleep, she dragged the tip of that sinful tongue across her plump bottom lip.

My dick immediately twitched.

No way she was still asleep. She was doing this to me on purpose.

Turning the light on in the bedroom I selected for her was dicey with her in my arms, but I managed. At least the sheets were clean according to the transfer attorney.

When it was obvious she wasn’t going to wake up any time soon or was good enough of an actress to make me think she was asleep, I realized I’d need to put her to bed.

Another filthy thought drove my mind into all the wrong places. Another struggle with the covers, knocking off several pillows in the process. At least I had one for under her head. I eased her down, forced to brush hair from her face so the long strands wouldn’t stick to her lips.

Those kissable lips.

What was I talking about? They were fuckable.

As soon as I touched the covers, I thought about the tight shorts. Maybe she’d be more comfortable without them overnight. I tugged at the drawstring, the knot far too tight.

Tank had moved closer, watching me intently. I stopped long enough to give him the same kind of look he’d given to me before. “Don’t you say a word.”

Woof.

I pointed a finger at him before continuing my efforts, grunting as soon as I managed to jerk it free. When I slipped my finger under the waistband, I stopped short briefly. What in the hell was I doing undressing her? We certainly weren’t in arelationship. She’d probably accuse me of something horrible. Whatever.

Just get it done.

Right now, I craved whiskey and time alone.

I tugged the material past her hips to her thighs, immediately catching a whiff of her sweet smell and instantly my mouth watered.