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  He smiled. “I love the way it smells—”

  “It smells like smoke.”

  “Shh. I love how it clings to my stubble.”

  She liked where this was going, but she kept still just in case she was wrong. Because it wouldn’t be the first time.

  “And when you’re truly pissed off,” he said, “it gleams like fire. Just like you.” He pressed his face into her hair and squeezed her hard. “Christ, Soph, you scared ten years off my life today.”

  “I didn’t mean to.”

  “I know.” He touched his forehead to hers. “I was wrong about some things.”

  She didn’t move. Hell, she didn’t even breathe. “Were you?”

  He smiled a little, not daunted in the least at her frosty tone. “A lot of things, actually. All of it regarding you and my ability to resist falling for you, and falling hard, Soph. You’re always on my mind.”

  How was she supposed to hold on to her anger at a guy who wasn’t scared off by her mercurial moods or her temperament, a man could see through all of her BS and still love her? “Keep talking,” she said.

  “I think about your eyes,” he told her. “How that deep green cuts right through me, past my armor, straight to the meat of things.”

  “And by armor, you mean your stubborn obstinacy?”

  He smiled, not insulted. “You see me,” he said simply, banishing the last of her resistance.

  “What else?” she whispered, soft and warm now, no longer braced for rejection.

  “I love how your pulse quickens when I touch you. You tremble for more and your lips part, begging for my kiss…” He leaned in, and she stopped him with a hand to his chest.

  “You sure this isn’t a sex dream?” she asked.

  He flashed that grin she loved. “Sometimes. Lots of times,” he admitted. His fingers were loosely fisted in her hair, like he’d really missed the craziness of it. “Other times it’s your laugh. And the way you have of disagreeing with everything I say—”

  “I do not!”

  He laughed and kissed her pouty mouth. “Okay,” he said. “But you do.” He touched her face, his own going serious. “When I first came back to Cedar Ridge, I didn’t think I deserved to be loved by any of my family. By anyone,” he said. “And I sure as hell didn’t deserve you. But I realized I was wrong, that I was my own worst enemy.”

  She was impressed by his growth, and proud. And…envious. “When did you figure all this out?” she asked. “Was it a hammer-over-the-head moment, or was it more gradual?” She genuinely needed to know. Her entire life had been a whole bunch of clusterfuck moments until it’d all sunk in. She needed to know how it was for him. She didn’t want this to be just about the boat fire, about him nearly losing her, because she didn’t see it like that. Yes, the fire had been awful, and she’d be dealing with the ramifications for a long time to come, but she hadn’t almost died. She would have gotten out on her own. So she didn’t want him back in her arms because of a single incident. She wanted him because he couldn’t live without her.

  “No hammer,” he said. “Just a series of gradual moments, starting that first day when you dropped a pink vibrator at my feet.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “That wasn’t my vibrator!”

  He laughed, and she knew it was because she was arguing with him again. “And,” he went on, “I really liked it when you tried to tell me why your boat should be allowed to break the rules and moor overnight on the lake.”

  “It’s a stupid rule!”

  He was still smiling, a contagious, warm, sexy smile. “And then there was when you got trashed by the Scotch—”

  “Okay, that wasn’t drunk,” she said. “That was…cozily tipsy.”

  “And watching you make friends with Kenna. Or when you gave Chris’s name to Hud to get him here for this weekend. It was when you told me about your past and let me in. All those things added up to me loving you,” he said. “I just couldn’t imagine deserving you to love me back.”

  She felt her smile fade, and she reached up and set her hands on his jaw. “Jacob,” she murmured, her heart breaking. “Jacob, I—”

  He set a finger on her mouth, halting her words. “But then I realized something,” he whispered as he slowly traced her lower lip. “I couldn’t expect you to return my feelings if I couldn’t let you in.” He dropped his finger and replaced it with his mouth.

  “You ruined me with all the openness,” she murmured against his lips. “The communication.”

  He grinned. “I ruined you in all sorts of other ways too. And you liked them, every single one of them.”

  She flushed and gave him a little push that didn’t so much as budge him. “Full of yourself much?”

  “Just optimistic.”

  “How unlike you,” she said.

  His grin widened, and his hold on her tightened. “I learned it from this amazing, headstrong, selfless, sexy-as-all-get-out woman I’ve been hanging out with lately…”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  She was laughing as she shook her head and pulled his down to hers. “Smug bastard,” she said, and kissed him.

  “Does that mean you can’t live without me?”

  “It means that you can’t live without me,” she corrected.

  He let out a low laugh. “Oh, baby, don’t I know it.” He cupped her face. “I love you, Soph. The forever kind of love that survives stupid fights and transcends time and place.”

  Her heart kicked hard, racing, pounding in all her pulse points. “Are you asking me to wait for you?”

  “Yes,” he said without hesitation.

  She’d asked the question, so it was silly to suddenly need a moment, but she did. She pulled at his shirt, trying to get it over his head, but he caught her wrists in his.

  “I want you to stay,” he said. “Here. In the cabin.” His eyes were fierce, his body hard. He wasn’t playing.

  Leaning in, she kissed his stern mouth. “I don’t really know how to do this, Jacob. Just because it’s hard for me to speak my feelings doesn’t mean I don’t feel them. Because I do. I love you.”

  His eyes softened, but nothing else did. “And…?”

  “And I know you have to go, but I want my good-bye.”

  His gaze held hers, revealing the heat, her need. “Babe, I’m on borrowed time here,” he said regretfully.

  “Then you should hurry.”

  He groaned and kissed her, but it wasn’t the hard, heated kiss she’d expected. It was slow, leisurely, like they had all the time in the world.

  And only when she’d forgotten herself and the fact that he was indeed leaving, only when she could think of nothing but the sensual desire sliding through her belly, did he lower her to his bed and strip her piece by agonizing piece, his fingers skimming over her as he did, slow, reverent. Loving. He removed her panties last, slowly pulling them over her hips and down her legs like he had all the time in the world.

  Like her pleasure was of the utmost importance to him.

  Still bent over her, he looked up into her face as he brushed a kiss over her breast. And then just below her belly button.

  She quivered. The things he could do to her with one look, one kiss…

  Rearing up, she got to her knees and shoved his shirt up and over his head. And though she’d seen him shirtless many times, her mouth still went dry as she watched each beautifully defined muscle ripple as he pulled off the shirt.

  She splayed her hands over his heart, feeling the comforting steady pound of it beneath her palms. Smiling, she slid her hands down to his ripped abs and leaned in to stroke her tongue over one of his nipples. His stomach. And southward bound—

  The breath rushed out of his lungs as he toppled her to the mattress.

  “Back to being in a hurry?” Sophie asked.

  “You make me lose control,” he said and made her laugh breathlessly.

  But then he slid inside her, filling her as only he could, making it impossible to do anyt