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ear and coasted over his cheek. By the time she reached his mouth, he had an idea. She wanted to play games? Fine, but they were going to play by his rules. Maybe he couldn’t ignore the chemistry between them, but he could damn well take charge of it. Until he was certain she wanted more than a few kisses to satisfy her teenage fantasies, he wasn’t going to do anything except give her a good long time to think about her choices.
    Playing games was his forte. He’d hold her hand and kiss her senseless, but that was it. He wasn’t going to jeopardize his relationship with her or her family because she’d gotten it into her head she wanted to sleep with him. After they spent some time together, she’d come to her senses and realize he was nothing like the fantasy guy she’d built him up to be.
    He lifted her out of his lap and stood, pressing her against the door. With one hand, he caught her hair and tugged, pulling her head back. When her astonished gaze snapped to his, he bent to capture her lips, and her mouth opened in surprise. He plunged inside, taking possession of her in the way he had been dying to, honestly, no-holds-barred, proving he wanted her as much as she wanted him. It was ridiculous to pretend otherwise when he was hard as a rock.
    He raised his head. “Let me get this straight. You want to have sex with me to get me out of your system? So you can go off and marry some guy to be your househusband without regrets, right?”
    Her head fell back. “Stop torturing me, Roman.”
    “I accept.” He stepped back, grinning. “But I have one condition.”
    …
    Anything was the first thing that popped into her head. That kiss had been every hot Hollywood clinch rolled into one mind-melting, thigh-shaking, panty-soaking miracle. And the smile on his face was fantasy-worthy, the stuff of wicked and wild dreams. Her heart pounded as he took her hand and caressed her fingers, bringing them up to his lips. His tongue tickled a sensitive spot in between her knuckles and a flash of heat shot through her. “What’s the catch?”
    “We go at my pace.”
    Unease stole through her. “You’ll have to forgive my confusion. I thought you were a player, but I keep striking out. What is your pace?”
    “You asked me to be honest with you…so here goes.” His eyes darkened to cobalt. “I want you. Everything about you makes me crazy, your curls, your curves, your delicious desserts, even your inability to take no for an answer works for me on every level. You are impossible to resist, and I’m not going to pretend like I want to anymore. But I’m not convinced sex is what you want from me.”
    She looked at his sun-streaked mop of golden hair. His sensuous lips and his fierce blue eyes. She took in the breadth of his shoulders and chest. His lean hips, strong thighs. “I’m pretty sure it is,” she said slowly.
    “You have a crush on me.”
    He made it a statement, not a question, but she nodded her head anyway. “Which is why I’m pretty sure—”
    “Shh.” He touched a finger to her lips and it burned. “Crushes are made of fantasy and romance, not getting naked and going at it.”
    She wanted to be offended by his summation of her emotional immaturity, but there was understanding and tenderness in his eyes, and this time it didn’t irritate her. “I’m not sixteen anymore, Ro. I want more.”
    “You’ll get it. The full Roman Gallagher, playboy-of-the-West-Coast experience, I promise.” She cocked her head to the side at the self-deprecation in his tone, unable to read his expression.
    He traced one finger down her cheek. “I know what you want, and as long as you let me call the shots, I’ll give it to you.” His hot gaze made a promise. Heat flickered between them, and her breath caught in her throat. She licked her lips. His gaze dropped to her mouth, and he leaned forward.
    A pounding on the door made them both jump.
    “How long does it take to sign on the dotted line?” Max