Jake woke beside her after a solid six hours' rest. Refreshed and alert, he turned to look at her sprawled out beside him.He should have sacked out on the couch – it was comfortable, and he'd done it before. But there was something dangerously appealing about crawling beneath the covers with her, even though he'd left a wide space between them. It was a form of insanity, but he couldn't resist. Within minutes she'd closed the three feet of space and gravitated to his side as if she belonged there.He'd gone out like a light within seconds.It didn't surprise him that during the night she'd flung one leg across his, or that her head was sharing his pillow.Jake glowered at her.He wished she'd stop telling him to be careful. Acting like she gave a damn.She had hot pants, that was all. But she embodied a lethal siren song of uninhibited sexuality and genuine naïveté he found hard to resist.The woman even had a pet name for his body parts. Judas, he got an erection every time he so much as looked at her.
