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physically attracted to any man.
    Never. Not even close.
    What was it about this abrasive man that made her heart speed up and her breasts ache with longing? What was it about him that made her hungry for sensations she hadn't known she was missing? What was it about him that made her want to cast caution to the winds and explore all that he was?
    He was a puzzle. An enigma. She shouldn't be so intrigued, but she was. Everything about Jake Dolan intrigued and, heaven help her, turned her on. The way he looked. The way he talked. The way he smelled, and walked, and scowled. The whole package intrigued and tantalized her.
    Marnie stared at his mouth and ached to taste him. She looked at his long hair and longed to bury her fingers in the silken strands. She wanted to touch his broad chest and feel his arms around her. She wanted to—
    He scowled. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
    "Like what?" she asked innocently.
    "Like I'm a food product."
    Oh, Marnie wanted to taste him, all right. "Hmmm."
    His scowl deepened. "That's not an answer. That's a..."
    "A what?"
    "An irritant."
    "What else do you think you know about me?" Marnie challenged softly, wanting to touch him so badly she ached. She stayed where she was, but it was as though a magnetic force field drew them closer and closer.
    She felt bold, daring, and giddy with want.
    Poor Jake was struggling like the fish on the end of a hook. But he was in the force field, too.
    "Are you really who you say you are?" he asked, so roughly she barely understood the words.
    She nodded. "Marnie Christine Wright. Twenty-seven-year-old computer geek." She felt like a butterfly emerging from her chrysalis. Perhaps too fast. Perhaps too close to a flame for safety. But she felt her wings begin to unfurl as he watched her with hot eyes.
    "You like the outdoors," he continued, sounding strained as he assiduously watched her mouth. Thank God he couldn't read her mind.
    "Music." His voice got hoarser.
    She wondered what his skin felt like. "I sleep naked," she blurted out, for reasons she didn't bother contemplating.
    His eyes glazed. "Naked?"
    She nodded, her mouth too dry to speak. She wondered what he would do if she went up to him, stood on tiptoe, and planted a long wet one on him. Her heart beat faster. For several moments they stared at each other. Blindly she placed the frozen coffee can down on the counter beside her.
    Her eyes moved from his dark hair, drying now against his neck, to his razor-sharp blue eyes and down to his mouth. And locked there. She couldn't help it. Jake Dolan had the most succulent, inviting mouth she'd ever laid eyes on.
    Duchess rose from her spot near the pantry and came to lean against her hip. She braced herself for the animal's weight but remained immobile, watching Jake watch her.
    Mouth dry, palms damp, heart pounding, she licked her lower lip, then sucked it between her teeth. And knew exactly what it did to him by the way a muscle tightened in his lean jaw and his pupils dilated.
    Duchess ambled back to her place of observation on the floor.
    Marnie's pulse skittered as Jake's eyes heated. He felt it, too. "I think," she whispered, "we're in big trouble here."
    It took him a lifetime to say roughly, "You aren't my type."
    "Yes, I am."
    "No." It was barely a croak. "You are not."
    Marnie stepped forward. He crossed his arms over his massive chest. She could feel his eyes moving over her mouth. Her lips tingled. She held his gaze as she moved closer.
    "Can't stand blondes."
    "I'll dye my hair."
    "You're too short."
    Not when were both lying down . "I'll wear heels."
    He squeezed his eyes shut as if in pain. "Dirty pool."
    Marnie reached out and touched his forearm, her desire for this man vast and unfathomable. She didn't try to understand. It just was.
    Electricity shot up through her fingertips into her chest. Her heart thumped into a heavier, harder rhythm. Hot blood coursed through her veins with the urgency of a pounding, rushing river. Current