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and, judging by his knowing smirk, he knew it. But that was ’ t what made her core pulse. It was the look in his eyes again. Hungry. Determined. Possessive. The air practically sparked around them as desire flooded her body—and he hadn ’ t even touched her yet.
    He leaned in, his lips close to her earlobe, but maddeningly far away. “Not even after last night?”
    “What ’ s one kiss between enemies?” She couldn ’ t seem to help herself from taunting him, seeing how far she could push him before his control cracked.
    His hands slid lower on the door, moving from her shoulder level until they were even with the small of her waist. Still he didn ’t touch her. “Is that what we are?” The key card slipped from her grasp, falling to the carpet in silent surrender. “It felt like that last night.”
    “And now?” he asked. He tilted the angle of his head so his lips were just shy of making contact with hers.
    Dampness soaked through the center of her yoga pants, and her heart hammered in her chest. “No comment.”
    “ Well …” He pushed his body up against her, flattening her between the solid door and his own thick hardness. “Actions do speak louder than words.”
    His mouth came down on hers, obliterating any possibility of doing something other than kiss him back just as demanding, just as aggressive, and just as determined to control the situation. If he was looking for someone who sat back and meekly accepted, then he was kissing the wrong girl. Those days were gone for Harper. No one was going to manipulate her into doing their bidding ever again. She was her own woman with her own plans, and right now they all centered around Dodge ’ s hefty bulge pressing against her.
    “ So fucking hot I almost forgot why you’re here. If only… ” Dodge ’ s lips brushed across her jaw as his fingers skimmed down the length of her arms until his hands circled her wrists. “But both of us can ’ t be in charge.” He whipped her arms upward in one fluid motion, wrapping a single hand around her wrists and pinning them above her head.
    She watched him through half-closed lids and pressed her shoulder blades against her room door, rubbing her hot center against his thigh. “That doesn ’ t seem fair.”
    His eyes darkened with lust, and he repositioned his leg, giving her a better angle to press against him. “You know that life never is.”
    Bracing herself against the door behind her, she raised up on her tiptoes and undulated against his hard thigh. The stretch Spandex of her yoga pants moved with her as she twisted against him, tempting him and torturing herself with a kind of touch that was good but not quite good enough.
    “Fuck me, you ’ re not wearing panties, are you?” The words came out in a pained groan.
    Score one for her. “Never with yoga pants.”
    His gaze dropped to where her hard nipples strained against her cotton tank top. “A bra?”
    She shook her head. His nostrils flared with desire, and his lips turned up in a predatory smirk that promised every bad thing she could ever want—and she wanted it all.
    “So much for being the proper political princess.” He kissed his way down her neck before stopping at the base and nibbling and sucking the tender flesh. “There ’ s more to you than that, isn ’ t there? Something wild trapped inside waiting for the right man to release it.”
    Harper tried to catch her breath. She may have bitten off a bit more than she could chew when it came to teasing Dodge. He was a master at this game. She adjusted her legs, trying to bring them together, but he kept his strong leg between them, angling it so she couldn ’ t move without her covered clit brushing against him. Then he rocked, slow and easy, against her wetness. She couldn ’ t resist. Her body took over, surrendering to the sensation, and she moaned.
    “You don ’ t need a man for what you want right now.” He trailed a finger across the scoop neck of her tank top as she