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princess.” He forced the sneer, hating himself more with every word out of his mouth. “It’s what you’ve done,” he dropped his gaze to her incredible breasts again, “and what you’re willing to do that counts.”
    “I’ll do anything.”
    Oh, hell no. That wasn’t what she was supposed to say.
    Jake had never been backed into a darker corner. Not even with his drunk father had he felt so helpless, so out of control. He needed to pick the reins back up, rather than let the beauty standing before him keep taking him for a ride they shouldn’t be on in the first place.
    “Anything, huh?” She nodded, but her face was flushing again, a flush that moved down her neck to the soft swell of her breasts rising up above the top of her dress.
    “I already told you,” she reminded him in a soft, but firm, voice, “you’re not going to scare me away, not matter how hard you try. You can’t scare me because I already know the real you.”
    The real him? He’d show her the real him, all right.
    “How many times have you been blindfolded? And I’m not talking about Pin the Tail on the Donkey.”
    “I know you’re not,” she shot back.
    “How many, princess?”
    She looked him straight in the eye. “Are you sure you want to know?”
    Damn it, he hadn’t seen that coming. Knowing he could barely handle the thought of Sophie in bed with another man, before she could actually give him her answer, he tried again with something she couldn’t possibly have done.
    “What about sex in a public place?”
    Sweet, nice Sophie Sullivan smiled at him. “Define public.”
    Jake sucked in a hard breath, feeling like he’d just been punched—repeatedly—in the gut. Still, he had to try one more time, one last-ditch effort to make Sophie see what a mistake she was making with him.
    “Okay,” he said as easily as he could between clenched teeth, “so you’ve played around a little bit. But you and I both know what a guy like me needs isn’t something a girl like you wants to give.”
    “Wanna bet?”
    The last thing he expected was for her to throw the same words back at him that he’d said before he grabbed her and kissed her. He shouldn’t want to do it again, shouldn’t be a heartbeat away from shoving her up against the front door and ripping off that silky dress so that he could make good on showing her he meant every word he’d just said.
    “I’m not a soft, gentle lover like the guys you’ve been with before. You make the mistake of taking one step inside this house,” he warned her in a hard voice, “there’s no going back.”
    As if in slow motion, Jake watched as Sophie reached for the doorknob, turned it, and took that fated step into the house. He was paralyzed, couldn’t do anything but stare at her as she moved further into the house, her hips swaying with every step she took. When she reached the living room, while still in full line of sight from the front step, she paused for a moment before turning around to face him.
    Her face held hope, desire—and something that looked too much like love—as she reached for the zipper on the side of her dress and began to pull it down.
    No.
    God, no.
    He needed to put a stop to this right now. But instead of barking out an order to stop acting crazy, instead of turning away as if he didn’t care one way or another if she undressed in front of him, he was struck stupid yet again. It was as if she’d cast a spell over him, one he couldn’t break if it meant he missed one single second of her shockingly gorgeous unveiling.
    He’d guessed earlier she wasn’t wearing anything under the dress, but he hadn’t ever expected to confirm it in person. In seconds, the dress would fall and he wouldn’t have a prayer of doing the right thing.
    “Sophie,” he said, her name a ragged plea from his lips.
    A plea to stop...and a plea to let him finally see all of her.
    A plea to leave...and a plea for her to promise she’d never, ever give up on him, no