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funny. He’d fancied Zoe like mad when he was at school, but he thought she was just a kid. So instead, he’d teased the life out of her.
    He frowned again. She was right. He had been an arrogant little asshole back then.
    ‘Stand upright.’
    Huh . ‘Sorry?’
    She crocked her finger at him. ‘Stand upright.’
    A frown on his face, he levered himself away from the wall.
    She moved close and went up on tiptoes to link her arms around his neck. Then she gave a hop and jumped, wrapping her legs about his hips and locking her ankles in the small of his back. Without thought, he grasped her butt and held her in place.
    ‘What are you doing?’
    ‘Fixing the height problem.’ She grinned, and using his shoulders for leverage, she eased up and down. ‘Oh yeah, just the right height now. Everything is nicely aligned.’
    She rubbed against him again. Jake groaned. The friction of her movements made his cock harden even more. The blood pooled low in his gut and heat drove through his body until he thought he might combust. His hands shook and his legs felt like chunks of jelly. If she kept this up, he’d lose it right here.
    Hell, he hadn’t felt this out of control since he’d been that almost 18-year-old kid. It was time to put the brakes on, because if there was one thing he didn’t like, it was not being in control.
    ‘Um, I think we need to slow this down a bit.’
    ‘Why? You trying to tell me you’re not interested? Because this tells me different.’ She ground herself against his erection, rolled her hips so his cock was right where she obviously wanted it.
    Jake bit off a groan, clamped his bottom lip between his teeth and struggled to hang on to his equilibrium. ‘Ah…you always this forward when it comes to sex?’
    ‘Well, I did mention that my mama used to tell me if I wanted something I had to go out and work for it.’ She chuckled and ground herself against him again. ‘I’m working…I’m working.’
    And she’s doing it so well. Jake dragged in a shaky breath, but it did nothing to calm the testosterone raging through him.
    The musky aroma of her desire curled about him and seeped deep inside. The thin cotton of her shorts was a flimsy barrier at best and the heat of her seared him through the fabric of the towel. Then he realised something. Bloody hell, he was naked. Again .
    Somewhere between her jumping him and now, he’d lost the towel. His cock nestled between her thighs. Probed at the entrance to her fabric-covered centre. Moisture dampened the crotch of her shorts and it was all he could do to stop his hips responding to the telltale sign of her need.
    He struggled to restrain his natural impulses. It was harder than he’d thought. He wanted nothing more than to throw her on the bed, drag off her clothes, and thrust his cock hard and fast into her welcoming warmth.
    But this wasn’t him. He didn’t jump into relationships like this. He thought things out before he acted. Regulated his life so everything was neatly compartmentalised, emotions included. He did not give into impulse. And despite the fact his cock was telling him he was a bloody idiot, he needed to put a stop to this right now.
    Did he want a relationship with Zoe? You bet, but on his terms. She didn’t get a command performance whenever she felt like it.
    Yeah, yeah, and that really makes you sound like an arrogant shit. He shook his head and disregarded the little voice in the back of his mind.
    ‘Ah, I think we need time to get to know each other a bit before we…indulge.’
    Zoe gave him a wide-eyed look. ‘You are kidding, right?’
    He frog-marched over to the door, Zoe still hanging off him, tantalising him with every movement. ‘I think we should sleep on this. We need to get to bed. We have a lot to do tomorrow.’
    ‘I’ve been trying to get us to bed, but you seem to have a few problems. Hey, you’re not gay, are you?’ She rolled her eyes. ‘Stupid question. This tells me you’re definitely