One Wicked Naked Lady — Patricia Pellicane

Jack Callahan had to think fast. He needed to scope out and keep a dangerous gang of criminals under surveillance and he needed the lady's house in order to do it. He hadn't gone there with the intent to kiss her. It was simply a ploy to discourage any suspicion. They had to look innocent, even though innocent was the last thing he felt, once this lady was in his arms.

Elllie Stone had no intention of sharing her house with the cops. It didn't matter if she found one detective particularly appealing. It didn't matter that she felt instant attraction. She had a baby to think of, to protect. Only once he kissed her and her new neighbors thought he was her man, she was trapped. Now he couldn't leave and she knew nothing but frustration to be forced into this position. When he kissed her again, she forgot any sense of irritation and knew only an unexpected jolt of lust.

It was no longer a matter of sharing her house. After that kiss, she knew they'd soon be sharing a bed.