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  “You want me too,” he said. “Bad.”

  She held the eye contact, trying to outlast him, but she was losing the battle and he knew it. His slow smile said so.

  Yeah. She wanted him.

  Bad.

  He was looking at her with the absolute confidence he always seemed to carry. It might have been infuriating if she had room for anything but the need. The desperate need. But… “Here?” She looked around them. “Now?” The cave was secluded, and the area around it completely deserted. Their only company was the sun slanting through the trees, dappling the forest floor with dotted patches of shade. There were a few bees and other various insects, and hopefully no bears, but…

  “Here,” Jack said. “Now.” He backed her to a huge, ancient wall of rock, trapping her there with a hand on either side of her face. “This was your idea,” he reminded her. “And, as it turns out, a really good one.” Showing none of his earlier resistance and certainly no mercy, he pressed into her, caressing her body with big, sure hands. “You’re wet,” he murmured with a hint of naughty accusation as his hand moved between her thighs.

  “It’s from when I was thinking about my options,” she said.

  He slid her a look as he let a finger stroke over her slowly. Purposefully. “Is that right?”

  “A-absolutely.”

  “So it’s not for me at all, is that what you’re saying?” One of his long, callused fingers played with the edge of her panties, and she couldn’t breathe for the need.

  “N-nope,” she managed.

  “Liar.” Then he laughed softly. Cocky. The bastard. His hand continued its wonderful torture, and she strained closer for more.

  He’d never touched her like this before, never, and yet her body quivered as if it were recognizing a long-lost lover’s touch. And far before it seemed possible, he had her writhing against him, breathing unevenly and desperate. “How,” she managed, unable to get the rest out. How did he know how to drive her crazy?

  He trailed his mouth along her jawline to her ear. “You’re good at hiding,” he murmured, his voice low and serious, no trace of teasing in it now as he lightly ran the pad of his finger just beneath her panties.

  So close to where she needed him.

  And yet so far…

  “But your eyes,” he went on. “They don’t hide a thing, not from me. Neither does your body.”

  Had anyone ever known her so well? It was both a terror that he did, and a relief. She could let go, forget, forget everything but this. Her hands fisted in his hair and pulled until his mouth was a breath from hers. “Now,” she said, hearing the desperation in her voice. “You said now.” She pushed his shirt up his chest. It was a glorious chest, and her mouth watered with the need to lick him from sternum to his low-riding jeans waistband.

  He took over before she could, tugging his shirt off over his head in that one smooth motion that guys always make look so easy, and her breath caught. He was all smooth, hard muscle, in perfect proportion.

  He tossed the shirt behind him and reached for her. She pulled him in, a little clumsy and a lot eager, kissing him with all the pent-up frustration that the uncertainty and anxiety of being back in Lucky Harbor had brought. She opened for him, pressing closer, harder, kissing him with everything she had.

  He let her be the aggressor a moment, stroking her back, her hips, teasing her by slowly stroking his fingers lightly down her ribs and stomach, the rough pads of his fingers drawing goose bumps to her skin. Grasping her bra, she began to tug it over her head, but he took control then too, pushing her hands away to do the job himself.

  She watched his eyes as he tossed her bra the same way he’d tossed his shirt, watched as he stroked her bare breasts with one hand, the other sliding beneath her panties. She moaned at the contact, which made him let out a very male sound of pleasure.

  Then he dropped to his knees in front of her and dragged her panties down her legs, leaving her completely exposed to his hot gaze.

  “Jack,” she murmured.

  He scraped his teeth gently across her hip bones before moving lower. “Too late to run,” he said, and stroked his fingers over her until she trembled. Then he leaned in and put his mouth on her.

  Her fingers tangled in his silky hair as he took her, not with the same untamed ferocity that she’d kissed him with, but a doggedly patient precision that told her how much her pleasure meant to him. He found her rhythm with shocking ease and settled in, and suddenly the game was no longer a game at all, but something much more personal.

  And satisfying.

  When she came and her legs collapsed, he caught her.

  “Now you,” she managed. “Take off your pants.” Without waiting for him, she tried to do it herself.

  “Easy,” he murmured, his large hands brushing hers aside to free himself.

  Her breath caught again. She couldn’t help it; he was so perfectly, beautifully made. “I don’t have a condom,” she breathed, disappointment a physical ache.

  He pulled one from his wallet and she nearly whimpered in relief. Spreading his shirt on the ground, he lowered her onto it, following her down, moving over her, running hot, open-mouthed kisses over her body until she could have instantly combusted. “Jack.”

  He slid nine inches of perfection inside of her, and she did combust then, crying out, rocking into him as she came again. “Oh my God,” she managed. “Did you feel that?”

  “Leah, you’re all I feel.”

  Undone by him, wanting to drive him as crazy as he’d driven her, she lifted her hips so he could sink in even deeper.

  He groaned. “Do that again.”

  When she did, he dropped his head back, throat and shoulders corded tight, pleasure etched in every line of his face. “Oh fuck, yeah.” With surprising gentleness, he fisted his hand in her hair and tugged so she was looking directly into his eyes, which had gone dark with passion.

  Her body throbbed, and unbelievably, the heat started to build within her again. “Jack.”

  He answered by thrusting into her hard and lowering his mouth to hers. “Right here.”

  Her nails dug into his skin as he moved; she couldn’t help it. And staring into his eyes, she let him drive her right over the edge. Again. This time she wasn’t alone; they came together with shuddering impact. It was the single most erotic, intimate moment they’d ever shared.

  She came back to herself slowly, realizing she was plastered all over him. The sun was shining into the cave as Jack pulled her in closer, nuzzling at her temple, apparently perfectly content to lay with her in the morning sun.

  He didn’t move or speak. But after a while she was afraid she might be coming off as too clingy, so she tried to separate herself, but he tightened his grip.

  “Not yet,” he murmured.

  Leah dropped her head to his shoulder and tried not to put too much into the fact that having sex with Jack had been better than every other experience of her life.

  Combined.

  Jack spent the rest of the day with Ronald going over the open fire reports.

  Actually, that wasn’t true. He spent the day lost in fantasies involving a naked Leah on a mountaintop…

  But in between replaying that over and over in his head, he managed to do some work. In the afternoon, the station got a call saying a woman was reporting that she had a garter snake in her house, and they needed to come get it out. Jack, as the head of station, told dispatch to tell her that unless it was an emergency, they didn’t remove snakes from homes. He referred her to animal control. He hung up and met Ronald’s wide grin. “What?”

  “You turned away a damsel in distress.”

  “Animal control handles snakes.”

  Ronald just kept grinning.

  “It’s their job.”

  “Uh-huh,” Ronald said, sounding hugely amused. “Or…you hate snakes.”

  Jack rolled his shoulders because he would swear he could feel a snake crawling over him right now. It’d been twenty-something