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    She was hot all right, but her lips were turning blue. Her thin smile faltered, and he glimpsed something in her dark eyes that looked like doubt. Why was she pressing on when she was clearly uncomfortable? A chill skated down his already cold spine. Was she standing on his porch in fetish wear because he had refused to hire her? Had she guessed he was attracted to her and was trying to use it to her advantage? Did she think he was that easy?
    She should know better than to play games with a guy like him, and he was tempted to teach her a lesson.
    He let the door slam shut. Her eyes widened as he flattened her against the side of the house and grabbed a fistful of her damp curls. He drew her head back, baring her throat. Her breasts pressed against his chest and her hips cradled his thigh. He stared down at her mouth, watched her tongue flick out to wet her lips, and wanted to lick them himself. If she were anyone else, they’d have been naked by now. He’d be kissing her, tasting her, burying himself inside her, but Jenna wasn’t a meaningless one-night stand. A hot wave of frustration arced through him.
    He brought his free hand up to lightly clasp her throat. “To little girls like you, I am the Big Bad Wolf,” he growled. “Tempt me, and I’ll eat you.”
    She swallowed, hard, against his hand, but her eyes flashed. “Promises, promises.”
    His body tightened. She had to know she was playing with fire. What was her agenda? She grasped his arms and rose up on her toes, lifting one bent leg to brush his hip, bringing their hips into perfect contact. He released her hair and grabbed her thigh, crushing her body to his. “You are playing a dangerous game.”
    She shook her head. “Not a game,” she whispered.
    He didn’t believe her. Her soft body fit tightly against his hard-on, their jeans providing little barrier. His cock throbbed in the cradle of her thighs, and she rocked against him, making him even harder. She had him pegged—he was that easy. But he had her pegged, too. She was up to something, and he wasn’t above playing dirty to get her to tell him what it was.
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    Jenna’s heart pounded. This was better than any of her fantasies, even though she was freezing her ass off. Hypothermia seemed a small price to pay for being half-naked and wrapped around Roman. She’d been so desperate to kiss him on the beach, she’d almost ignored the cops but now she was glad she hadn’t. Being alone with him at his house was a dream come true.
    He reached down to grip her other thigh and lifted her into the air. She clutched his shoulders for balance and wrapped her legs around his waist as he flung open the front door and carried her into the house. He released her legs and she slid slowly to the floor. She couldn’t prevent a reflexive shiver as the warmer temperature of his house began to thaw her chill.
    “Still not cold?” He raised one eyebrow, rubbing his hands up and down her arms.
    She shook her head. “Definitely not.” Why wasn’t he kissing her yet? He couldn’t possibly move this slowly with women all the time, considering his wild reputation.
    She pressed closer, reassured when she felt his erection, hard against her belly. Linking her fingers behind his neck, she tugged him down until they were so close any movement, even speaking, would bring their lips together. Then she kissed him.
    He took control, and triumph soared through her, a sunburst of heat that weakened her knees. His mouth was hard, and his hands moved roughly over her, lighting fires. There was no awkward bumping of noses or teeth, no tentative exploration that gave her too much time to wonder if she was doing it right. His lips took hers, tongue thrusting in an aggressive rhythm that echoed the instinctive movement of her pelvis against his thigh. He cupped her buttocks, moving her back and forth on his leg in blatant encouragement. She held him tighter, whimpering when his fingers found the hook-and-eye closures