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Eva grabbed her sides and laughed.
"Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" he said, reaching out and grabbing her ankle, dragging her toward him. She struggled but there was no contest. Jake was strong and determined... and she was laughing too hard to put up much of a struggle.
"Jake," she squealed when he clutched her elbow and gave her a tug. She toppled onto him, laughing so hard she snorted.
But then her body registered the warmth of Jake. The hardness of his torso against the squishiness of her breasts. Her soft places met his hard places, and the laughter caught in her throat.
Jake looked up at her with his too-blue eyes filled with awareness.
Eva met his gaze, her breath catching as his eyes dropped to her... oh, crap...white T-shirt.
Yeah, she wore a white unpadded sports bra beneath a white T-shirt with a cute turtle on it-her one concession to the turtle theme. She didn't do ninjas. But she would totally do the sexy firefighter lying beneath her. If only she'd let herself.
If only they would both stop fighting it.
Her nipples tightened under his gaze, and she knew he could see through her shirt.
''Nice," he breathed, swallowing hard. "I knew they'd be incredible, but..."
He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, letting go of her arm.
Eva scooted away, trying like hell to regain control of the stampeding horniness consuming her.
"Eva!" Charlie yelled.
Okay. Yeah. That worked. They were at a seven year-old's birthday party. Sweet jumping Jehoshaphat. Jake had an erection- if she were any judge of anatomy- and she'd been on the cusp of ripping her clothes off and rolling around in the wet grass with him.
There were four kids just around the corner. Good gravy.
"Coming," she said, struggling to her feet, leaving Jake lying in the fading day looking so damn good.
"No, you're not," Jake muttered. "Unfortunately."
She almost laughed at the desolation in his tone.
But the disappointment welling inside her stifled the neurotic need to lose it over their situation.
They were like teenagers, totally at the mercy of their bodies. The slightest glance of flesh, the whisper of a suggestion, the almost visceral fantasies popping up at the strangest moments - all conspired to fell them. They were at the point where they lost all reason and just went at each other.
Eva emerged from the side of the house, crossing her arms over her breasts so she didn't give a couple of elementary-school-aged boys a peep show. "What is it, guys?"
''Can we eat now?"
Eva shook her head. "We have to clean up first. Y'all pick up the popped balloons and I'll get y'all some towels. And I have to change real quick."
She slipped into the house, padding back to her room and en suite bathroom. Shucking her jeans, she pulled the T-shirt off and tossed it toward the tub, where it landed with a slap. Then she unhooked her damp sports bra, letting it fall as she reached for a hand towel to dry her hair.
But then the bathroom door opened.
Eva gasped as a very wet Jake appeared in her mirror.
Spinning, she clasped her breasts, clad only in her lacy pink panties.
"What are you doing?" she managed.
He shut the door. And then be leaned back against it. He didn't respond, just allowed his gaze to lazily move over her body.
Eva stood there, not knowing whether she should drop her hands or affect maidenly outrage and order him from her bathroom. Seconds ticked by.
