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often accused her of lacking a sense of humor. Not her fault she found their trite attempts at comedy laughable.
    “Honey,” he managed to gasp in between chuckles, “I don’t flirt, I take. But don’t worry, you’re safe. I have a rule that says to not waste my time with stuck-up ice princesses.”
    “Ice princess!” Marissa practically screeched in outrage. How dare he judge me? “I’ll have you know I can be very passionate with the right man, but you are so very definitely not that type of man.” No, she liked hers well groomed and gentlemanly, not big, burly— and manly, her subconscious taunted.
    “Babe, if I decided to seduce you, I guarantee you wouldn’t say no.” He said it with smug assurance, as if there was no doubt in his mind she’d just melt like butter if he gave her some attention.
    Marissa gaped at him, sure she’d misunderstood. But no, looking at his serious face, she realized he meant it. And maybe that was the case with most of the floozies he used his wiles on, but not her. Contrary to what her body seemed to think, she would never fall victim to the seductive wiles of a man like him. She laughed in his face. “You are so full of yourself. You think you’re God’s gift to women, do you, with your big muscles and rugged face? Well, prepare yourself for a shocker, redneck. I don’t find you attractive at all, and I would most definitely say no.”
    Too late , Marissa realized she’d in essence thrown down the gauntlet and only had a moment to brace herself before he invaded her personal space. The proper response at his sudden move should have involved her backing up and maybe slapping him. She should do something. Instead, like a deer caught in the glare of oncoming headlights, she just gaped at him as he grabbed her with his strong hands and angled himself to kiss her.
    The chance to protest passed as his lips touched hers. Firm lips that slid across hers and caressed with a gentleness she would never have believed him capable of by looks alone. To her shame, she felt an answering warmth in her body to his manly claim, a melting in her loins that had her leaning into his body and responding to his kiss with nibbles of her own.
    What the hell had come over her? She wanted to pull away, but enthralled, and, yes, aroused dammit, her lips clung to his.
    The hands that had so forcefully grabbed her relaxed their grip on her arms and slid down her body to cup her buttocks. What big hands he has . He held her ass in his palms with ease. He squeezed her cheeks and used them to draw her even closer. Hot, tingling awareness shot through her, and moisture dampened her sex. She pressed closer to him and tilted her head back, giving him more access. Her mouth opened wide to allow entrance to his tongue, a slippery caress that made her legs tremble.
    Beep! Beep! Beep!
    Alarms were going off in Marissa’s head, confusing her. Shouldn’t it be fireworks?
    She pulled back, the loss of his warm mouth leaving her lips feeling cool, and lonely. The strident ringing brought her back to her senses—and dragged shame along with it. She wiped her hand across her mouth to try and erase the taste of his lips. How did that happen?
    An acrid burning stench tickled her nose, and the strident beeping continued. Her eyes widened in horror. My dinner!
    “Goddammit! You made me burn my dinner!” Marissa shoved at Dirk before she spun on her heel and dashed off into her kitchen. But she needn’t have bothered to hurry. The glaring sound of her smoke alarm testified to the blackness of the contents of her frying pan. Forget salvage. There was only one thing she could do.
    She dumped the smoking mess in her sink and fumed. Stupid jerk . A beautiful dinner wasted, and it is all his fault. Him and his hot kisses and sexy…
    Argh! Where did I put that bottle of Fantastic?
     
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    Bemused, Dirk stood in the doorway, the insistent scream of the smoke alarm almost fitting. Who would have thought he lived next to