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    Jansen adopted his trademark wide-legged stance. He scowled down at the prone form that dared defy him. “Last week I let you off easy. We ran only one mile. You promised that this week you’d give me two.”
    Silence.
    â€œYou’ve got three seconds to take that sheet off your face, or I’m picking you up and dumping you into a cold shower. One . . .”
    Eden stifled a groan. She knew he would do it.
    â€œTwo . . .”
    â€œJansen, get out of my room. I’m not running anywhere.”
    â€œMaybe not next week, but you’re running today. A promise is a promise.”
    Eden released the groan this time but didn’t uncover her head. “Fine! I’ll be down in a minute.”
    â€œUh-uh. I remember your minutes. Like when me and Michael had to wait to walk you home because Tanesha Brown was gonna beat you up for talking about her mama. You told us you’d be out in ‘just a minute,’ and we almost missed practice waiting on your scared behind.” Without further warning, Jansen closed the distance between him and the bed, scooped up Eden, and headed to the shower.
    â€œJansen!” Eden screamed, fighting to release the left arm entwined in the sheet while her right arm flailed awkwardly against a hard-as-steel chest. “Put me down!”
    Jansen allowed Eden’s feet to touch the floor but still held a firm arm around her waist as he reached over and turned on the water. He tried not to focus on the softness of the body squirming against his hard, lean frame, tried not to feel the silky hair brushing against his bare skin.
    Eden finally worked her arm out of the sheet, but the cotton bunched in and around her legs—not to mention Jansen’s viselike arm grip—still made quick flight impossible. She focused all her attention on his long, thick fingers, trying to pry them away from her waist. In the tousling that ensued, the pink strap of her lingerie top worked its way off her shoulder.
    Jansen was secretly amused at Eden’s valiant attempts to free herself. “You might as well quit squirming, girl, and get ready for this cold sh—” The rest of the words faded from his lips as Jansen turned to Eden. His eyes were quickly drawn from her face to the black, hard, perfectly formed areola that, with each deep breath, peeked out of Eden’s top. In a matter of seconds, he took in the creamy caramel skin surrounding this flawless rendition of a chocolate kiss, allowed his eyes to travel to the indentation of her collarbone, to the slightly parted lips that had tempted him for days. His gaze moved to Eden’s darkened eyes, and he knew that she, too, had felt the shift—that the mood had gone from playful to passionate. He wasn’t even aware that his arm was moving until his finger reached out and lightly flicked Eden’s nipple just before his mouth covered hers in a searing kiss.
    Eden barely had time to breathe, much less think. At first, all she could do was feel—Jansen’s solidly sculpted body pressed against hers, the long, thick evidence of his desire pressing into her stomach. His other hand slid down and cupped her derriere, pressing her into his hardness. Her mouth had opened of its own accord and welcomed his tongue, swirling, probing, claiming . . . once, and again. A slight whimper escaped when Jansen deepened the kiss while teasing Eden’s nipple into further hardness with his thumb, mimicking the same swirling motion of his tongue in her mouth.
    Oooo, Jansen. This feels so good, your tongue in my mouth. Slowly thoughts began to seep through her haze of desire. Jansen’s tongue in my . . . wait! This isn’t supposed to happen. This can’t happen! It took all the strength she could muster, but Eden broke the kiss and pushed away from the chest that she could feel forever. “Stop. We can’t. . . .” Eden took in deep gulps of air, still reeling from the