Isabel Sharpe - While She Was Sleeping...

Surprisingly strong arms shoved him back. Startled, he let go and immediately regretted it.

“You—you—you …” Outrage again. But she hadn’t moved a step away from him. Not even half a step. Ms. Dragon Lady talked a good chaste game, but wanted to be ravished. He wanted to roll his eyes. His type of woman was straightforward, honest, no games. “That is absolutely beyond anything I’ve ever—Mmph.”

He’d learned something else. It was easier to keep kissing her than stand there and be lectured. Given that her shrieking seemed always at the ready, he might have to do a lot of kissing this morning.

Except the more he kissed her, the more he wanted to do a lot more than kiss her, and the more it annoyed him on behalf of nice guys the world over that she responded to him when he behaved like a caveman and shrieked at him when he was polite.

This time the arms were even more surprisingly strong, and once she’d pried him off her, she actually took a step back, then another, then folded those strong arms across her heaving chest, face flushed. She finally meant business.

“Stop. Just stop.”

“About time.” The muttered words came out louder than he intended. Her eyes widened and for a second she looked hurt and he felt like a toad even if she did deserve it. But the moment of vulnerability clicked off in a second and her mouth opened for more screaming. He hurried to cut her off—with words this time. “I meant that you seem to enjoy being… coerced.”

That didn’t help, either. Around women like her he needed to learn not to say whatever was in his head.

“I’m just going to tell you one thing. You are not staying in this house and I’m going to do everything in my power to bring Melanie to Florida with me, out of your depraved company.”

Depraved company? Did she stay home and read Gothic novels all day? Now he was frustrated, horny and completely disgusted. “That was two things.”

“What?”

“You said you were going to tell me one. You told me two.”

“How can you possibly pick on that after—”

“Because you refuse to listen or—”

“—you kiss me, when—”

“—let me finish my sentences.”

“—you and Melanie are dating seriously.”

He frowned. Had he heard that correctly? “What?”

“See?” She tossed her thick below-shoulder hair scornfully. “It doesn’t even occur to you that it’s a bad idea to come on to your girlfriend’s sister?”

“Huh?” She had him at a complete loss. Again. Women were the most mysterious beings on the planet. “Melanie and me? ”

“She’s had enough pain in her life being betrayed and tossed around by men. Give her a break. Just pack up and leave before you hurt her.”

Okay. A small lightbulb, just a small one. “Your sister and I are not—”

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