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her keys. “Damn it.”
    Palming her stomach, Logan held Veronica firmly against him. He was so hard. So achingly hard. “Hurry,” was all he could muster.
    “I can’t”—her breath hitched—“when you’re doing that.”
    “What? This?” He gripped her waist and suckled her earlobe between his lips. “Is this distracting you?”
    “Uh-huh.” She swayed against him and rose up on tiptoe so that her backside was brushing against his erection. “Have to get inside…neighbors watching…don’t want…”
    “Shh…” Logan nipped at her lobe and gave a low groan into her ear. “Why don’t you bend over and grab those keys?”
    She shuddered, her skin dimpling with gooseflesh. “But I don’t want to move.”
    “If you don’t find the strength, your neighbors are going to get one hell of a show.” While holding her against him with one hand wrapped around her waist, Logan used the other to skim down her body. Down the flat span of her stomach. Down her thigh. He lifted her dress and touched skin.
    “Okay. Wait.” She jolted into action, bent over—all too quickly—and jammed the keys into the lock. She spun around, playing the temptress by biting her lip in the coyest way, and leaned back against the door. “Come on in.”
    She invited him closer. Beckoned him in with a seductive glare that burned right through his clothes.
    Veronica opened the door wide and stepped backward over the threshold. Her heel caught. With her weight behind the door, it whooshed open, slamming against the wall. She lost her balance. Tumbled and gave a half-laughing scream. Logan lurched forward to catch her, but momentum was pitching her toward the living room floor. He did the only thing he could do—he wrapped his arms around her waist, tucked her against him, and rolled. His back met the floor as she landed on top of him, hip to hip. She giggled into a laugh and propped herself up on her elbow.
    “Let me guess,” he said, laying his head on the hardwood. “Is your middle name Grace?”
    His job was to watch for creepy, pervy stalkers, but if Jake really wanted Veronica protected, he should’ve sent someone to watch for cracks in the sidewalk.
    She smacked him in the chest. “Is your back okay? You hit the ground really hard.”
    “Believe me…” Now it was Logan who laughed. “My back is fine.”
    “I totally ruined the mood.”
    “I wouldn’t say that.” Judging from the massive tent pitching his pants, the mood hadn’t changed at all. He took the tip of Veronica’s ponytail, which dangled in his face, and slipped it over her shoulder. “You saved me from having to sweep you off your feet. Look at that. You’re already there.”
    “Oh, jeez, lay it on thick.” Her kissable lips pursed. “You must sweep all the ladies off their feet.”
    “Believe me, it’s not like that.” Logan slid his hands around her waist and tugged her against him. “I just know what I want when I see it. Is the sweet talk working?”
    “Um-hmm.” Veronica purred as she closed her mouth over his. Her body hummed, sending tendrils of energy snaking from her body to his. Something fierce whipped through him, jump-starting his heart and firing his libido lava-rock hot. Nothing existed but Veronica’s mouth, her tongue, her body.
    “The door,” she mumbled against his mouth. “I left the door.”
    Open, he finished in his mind. “Got it.”
    He flipped her over, cradling her head so it didn’t whack against the floor. She gasped when his lips crushed hers, and he plunged his tongue deep in her mouth.
    “Be right back,” he said, rising to all fours. Keeping his gaze glued to hers, he backed away slowly, then donkey-kicked the door shut behind him.
    “Smooth, Logan.” She smiled as she watched him approach. “Real smooth.”
    Crawling between her legs, Logan glided his hand up her calf, her thigh. “You’re right.” And as he bent low to kiss her leg, he growled. She twitched, stiffened at the sound, but relaxed