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thought she might get sick.
    She’d done exactly as Ellie instructed. Be flirty. Be confident. Channel your inner Marilyn. Stay in character so he doesn’t think of you as Kate, and he won’t be able to say no.
    And somehow, she’d pulled it off. Getting into the character of a sex bomb had been surprisingly easy. Maybe it was the costume, or maybe it was the power she’d realized she had. Not over just Todd, but over many of the men in Ryan’s house.
    She’d walked in and men had paid attention. It had been exhilarating, shocking. When an arm had slipped around her from behind and a naughty suggestion whispered in her ear, she’d known immediately who the Casanova was. And it had left her breathless.
    Any minute Todd would arrive back in the truck and…what? Would he drive off to some dark, deserted road and take her? Sex in a truck couldn’t be that bad. And obviously she wouldn’t be the first girl to “lose it” in a vehicle. Teenagers probably did it every day. Heck, at this rate, waiting much longer sounded like the real pain.
    Her body was on fire, ready for Todd’s touch again. She closed her eyes. Oh God, when he’d slipped a finger inside her… A tremble rocked her body and she sighed.
    Opening her eyes again, she saw Todd step out of the house and jog toward the car. The porch light briefly illuminated his body and everything inside her melted a bit.
    He should’ve looked ridiculous in his barely there Tarzan costume, but it just highlighted every glorious part of him. His broad shoulders, defined chest and abdomen, tapered hips and muscled legs.
    The driver’s side door swung open and Todd slid inside. She took in his profile, his dark hair and chiseled face. The trademark lazy smile on his mouth was uncommonly absent, replaced by lips that were pressed into a tight line. And his brows were drawn together in a way that indicated he was thinking hard. Maybe too hard. Then the door closed and they were cocooned in the dark again.
    Unease had her gut clenching and she bit her lower lip nervously. Oh, God, was he going to back out?
    Channel your Marilyn. Channel your Marilyn, damn it!
    She slid a hand over to his lap, dangerously close to the erection he couldn’t hide beneath his costume. Her fingers shook, but she hoped he didn’t notice.
    “I missed you, jungle man,” she said huskily.
    He didn’t reply or make any kind of move to start the truck. Her throat tightened and her heart slammed around in her chest. Doubt rocked through her and she started to pull her hand away.
    Todd grabbed her wrist, stopping her retreat. He tugged her toward him and lifted her arm toward his mouth, then his lips brushed against the pulse on the inside of her wrist, sending another tremble rocking through her body.
    “You can still change your mind,” he offered.
    “No. I really can’t, Todd.” Her voice wobbled, sounding a lot less Marilyn and whole lot more Kate.
    He sat there for a moment longer and then made a small groan. A moment later he started the truck and put it in drive.
    Kate gasped, fumbling for her seatbelt as he pulled away from the curb and sped down the street at breakneck speeds.
    Where were they going? He never slowed down, just drove them straight back toward Wyattsville. Though she was beginning to get an idea of his intentions.
    Her suspicion of their final destination was confirmed when Todd pulled up in front of his house fifteen minutes later. He climbed out of the truck and had her door open before she could think to move.
    Instead of grabbing her hand to help her down, he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her from the seat. Her body slid, all delicious friction, against his before her heeled feet hit the paved driveway.
    She teetered to catch her balance, but his arm still held her, kept her from falling. And then his mouth crashed down on hers and her balance went wonky for other reasons.
    Kate clutched his shoulders and moaned, parting her lips to his fierce kiss. The