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farther into the house. He put his hands on her shoulders, but couldn’t bring himself to push her away. With a flick of her foot, she slammed the door behind them.
    She pushed him all the way to the living room, and shoved him down on the couch. Her eyes burned with lust through the dark, overwhelming him with drunken desire.
    “I want you.”
    She jammed her knee into the cushion next to him and swung the other silky-smooth leg over, straddling his lap. Her tongue dragged across his neck, tasting his essence. Her breasts pressed into his firm chest, and she grabbed fistfuls of his hair and tugged.
    He was beginning to slip. He placed his hands on the small of her back, pulling her even closer. She moaned with delight and began nibbling at his earlobe. With every grind, every bump of their hips, his grip grew stronger and his mind grew weaker.
    “This is better than I ever imagined.” Her husky words sent a warm puff of air into his ear. “I was so nervous.”
    He kissed her from her cleavage to her lips, reveling in the softness of her skin. “I gotta be honest,” he nipped sharply at her full bottom lip, “I never guessed.”
    “Mmm hmm,” she hummed. “I should’ve told you a long time ago. Seemed like it was now or never.”
    His mind was racing, his cock throbbing, his heart pounding against her breasts.
    “I’m not trying to stop you from going,” she murmured, “but I needed you to know how I felt before you left.”
    Mike twisted his face into a frown.  “Left?”
    A thousand alarm bells went off in his head, echoing in his lust-clouded brain and sending a blast of unreasonable anger and frustration coursing through him.
    “Rick? Is everything okay?”
    Until she’d said the name, a kernel of hope had lingered that maybe he had it wrong. Maybe she knew it was him and had finally decided to get real with herself. Stop pretending she hated him and acknowledge the chemistry he’d felt boiling between them all summer.
    But she didn’t want him at all.
    Not the troubled youth turned real bastard with a chip on his shoulder.
    Not the guy who couldn’t stick with a woman for longer than a season.
    Not the man who was currently being turned upside down by the girl next door.
    She was here for his twin.
    It all made perfect sense now. This morning, she’d caught sight of him getting his mail and came storming out of her house, twin flags of fury blazing high on her cheeks. She’d proceeded to rip him a new one about waking her up. And then he’d told her he’d be out all night. Apparently, she’d thought it was the perfect time to make her move on Dr. Rick Blade. Too bad for her, Rick had opted to take an earlier flight that afternoon to avoid a weather delay.
    Now, she was tongue-dueling with the wrong brother and had no idea.
    Which meant, as irritated as he was, he had to stop her before she did something she’d regret. This had already gone further than it should have.
    “What is it? What’s the matter?” she asked, wetting her lips nervously.
    “Kitty,” he paused and raked his hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t know how to tell you this--”
    “Tell me what ?” she demanded. Her voice flipped from sultry to apprehensive in an instant.
    Better to yank it off, like a bandage.
    “I’m not Rick, Kitty. It’s me. Mike.”
    The horror on her face as his words hit home was like a sucker punch to the ego. She shot up from his lap in an instant, covering her cleavage and panties with trembling hands.
    “Wait, wh--what?”
    “Rick left this afternoon. I thought you knew.”
    She began frantically searching around the dimly lit room for her coat and he stood up and flipped on the lamp to help.
    She froze like a deer in the headlights, on the verge of tears, trembling in her sexy lingerie. “Turn the light off!”
    Her gaze flicked to his stubborn still-very-obvious erection clearly visible through his jogging pants.
    “Oh my god, do you seriously still have a boner at a