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    “Don’t think.” He backed her up against the wall, planting his hands on each side of her head, and brushed his lips left to right against hers. “Need to kiss you.”
    “Um.” She pulled away and licked her lips, but he followed her with his mouth.
    The flick of her tongue connected with him and he growled before capturing her in a kiss. His body went solid. Fuck, she tasted good.
    He held still, softening his lips, waiting for her. One, two, three seconds, and her body leaned into him and her head went back, giving him more room. Yeah, she wanted him.
    Through her lies, her stories, her pathetic attempt at playing pool, she couldn’t hide the one thing he wanted: her willingness. He’d dreamt of her too often, coming to him on her own, open and honest, giving him everything.
    The tremor in her hands, the soft gasps, and shallow breathing when he leaned toward her weren’t signs of a woman who wasn’t actively participating in their flirtatious dance. The way her nipples hardened through her thin T-shirt did not lie.
    She expected slow, and he gave her hard, possessive, and demanding. His tongue tangled with hers and his body pulsed. She accepted everything.
    No, she couldn’t lie about the attraction happening between them. Him and her, the feelings of wanting to get to know each other better.
    He lifted his head a fraction of an inch and placed his forehead against hers. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the way her breathing matched his own. Hell, yeah, she felt the chemistry between them too.
    The light from overhead allowed her to hide nothing from him. Her swollen lips, the heady emotions in her deep brown eyes, and the pulse beating at the base of her neck screamed that she was as turned on as he was.
    Finally, he spoke. “You can say the word, and I’ll take you back to your car. Or you can let me pick you up and carry you into my bedroom. Your call, sweetheart.”
    She raised her brows and stared at him. “I’m not sure…”
    He whispered, “Sweetheart, you have to be positive.”
    “Wait.” She shook her head and ducked under his arm. “Can you turn more lights on?”
    He moved toward the door and hit the light switch for the living room, brightening up the area. “Better?”
    “Yeah.” She walked into his living room.
    He stayed in the foyer, enjoying the sight of her in his house. Her lips moved, but whatever she was saying was in her own head and she wasn’t sharing it with him. He gave her space.
    She stopped, caught his gaze, and frowned. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, wondering how long it would take her to make a simple decision. It wasn’t as if he’d asked her to solve third-world problems. It was sex.
    He wanted her underneath him.
    She wanted him, whether she knew that or not.
    One more minute and he’d show her how much.
    “You have a dog,” she said.
    He glanced down at Brute sitting on the floor. Brute’s massive body leaned against his leg. “Yeah.”
    “He’s adorable.” She took a step toward him, and then another. “What’s his name?”
    “Brute,” he said, letting her get away with changing the subject…for now.
    His dog stood and looked at him, then bounded into the living room to discover his new play toy in the form of a real, live woman. Rocki shrieked in excitement and fell to her knees.
    He would’ve laughed if he weren’t still worried about whether she was going into the bedroom with him or not. He moved forward and snapped his fingers calling for Brute, but the dog ignored him.
    “Look at his big, brown eyes. He’s so cute and cuddly.” She sat on the floor and pulled Brute’s head onto her lap, hugging the dog’s neck and rubbing her forehead between the dog’s ears. “See…he’s got teddy-bear eyes.”
    Tony held his laughter inside. Bloodshot, brown, and mentally aware, Brute’s eyes were dog eyes, nothing more. At two hundred pounds, the dog was almost twice the size of Rocki.
    “Come, Brute.” He clicked