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stood there any longer staring at each other, because a certain part of his anatomy was becoming way too interested.
    Half an hour later, both of them had worked up a good sweat. Kaleb yanked his T-shirt off and tossed it to the ground. Rosa pivoted, clutched the hem of her hoodie, and tugged it off over her head. She rotated back around, wearing only a white tank and her yoga pants. The thin white cotton dipped low at the neckline and stretched over her full breasts, the creamy tops of which rose and fell with each inhale and exhale.
    Damn, what he wouldn’t give to bury his—Rosa bounced back and forth on the balls of her feet, her ponytail swinging. Dear God…save me.
    “Come on,” she taunted him, both palms out and up, curling her fingers inward as if begging him to take her on. “What else you got, big boy?”
    He blinked, swallowed hard, and jerked his gaze back up to her face. “What?”
    “Come on…” she insisted. “I’m ready for you.” Rosa grinned.
    “Okay, okay.” Kaleb smothered a laugh and eased a little closer. “Take a swing at me.”
    “You want me to punch you?” One blonde brow arched. “In the face?”
    “That’s right.” He nodded. “Go for it.”
    “All right.” Rosa slipped into her fighting stance, drew back, and swung. Her fist came straight for his jaw.
    Years of training had honed Kaleb’s reflexes. He didn’t have to think. Only act. He blocked her punch with one arm, then dove for her waist, wrapping his arms around her. His leg went for the back of her knee, knocking her off balance. In one smooth action, Kaleb took her to the ground and onto her back. He rolled onto her, the weight of his body trapping her beneath him.
    “Damn!” she spat. “I didn’t even see you move.”
    Her gaze settled on his, and the jasmine and pine scent that was uniquely Rosa, morphed. Deepened. A smell so rich and decadent it could only be one thing—lust…arousal.
    Fuck!
    The pheromone arrowed to his cock, swelling him rock hard. Her mouth parted, and the pink tip of her tongue appeared, wetting her lips. An invitation that needed no words. And Kaleb couldn’t deny her—couldn’t deny himself any longer. Who moved first? He wasn’t sure, but suddenly they were kissing. Silky and raw. That was the only way to describe kissing Rosa. It was like gliding over the most luxurious fabric ever made, yet at the same time she left him ripped open and exposed for the taking.
    Her fingers speared into his hair, tangling and tugging at the roots. The sting lit up his nerve endings, but he didn’t give a shit about the pain. Hell, at that moment, she could yank the stuff out by the handfuls, and he doubted he would care.
    Rosa wiggled, then nudged him with her hip, and Kaleb rolled onto his back, taking her on top. Straddling his hips, she tore away from his lips on a groan.
    “Oh, God,” she whispered. Rosa jumped up and marched toward the house.
    What the hell?
    Kaleb launched from his position on the ground and charged after her retreating form. Leaning in, he wrapped both of his arms around her waist, lifted, spun, and took Rosa to the ground on her side. She shrieked right before the air left her lungs with a humph . But the impact didn’t slow her down. With her legs scrambling for escape, Kaleb held on.
    “Never turn your back on your opponent,” he murmured at her ear, his voice deep, hoarse. A product of the lingering arousal heating up his veins. Rosa’s movements slowed, calmed. Good. Surrender . That didn’t take as long as he’d thought.
    He loosened his grip an inch or two. “Are you—” The rest of his question died a quick death from the blow delivered by an elbow to his diaphragm.
    Rosa lunged free from his hold and onto all fours, making for a quick escape.
    “You little…” Kaleb growled and sprang from his knees after her, managing to grab hold of her hips by his fingertips. But, it was enough to halt her progress.
    Rosa cried out, collapsing onto her