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heartbeats. “I’m close, ’miah, close !”
    And then she arched and flung back her head as a hot wave consumed her, sizzling outward from her core. Her walls convulsed, rippling along the sides of his cock, squeezing, squeezing…
    “Oh God,” she cried, then crumpled to her elbows, trying to catch her breath, but each hard stroke forced out her air in harsh gusts until she was sobbing. She stretched out her arms and let his motions scrape her nipples against the carpet, the abrasion adding another layer of pleasure.
    At last, he rocked deep, jerking hard against her ass, and then holding still as he made sounds so tight and guttural, she smiled.
    He bent over her, curving an arm against her belly and took them both down, spooned together. His fingers pulled at strands of hair sticking to her face, and then he kissed her cheek.
    She rested her head on the bulge of his arm and snuggled closer, tightening her inner muscles to trap him inside and closing her thighs to make double sure he stayed right there.
    Jeremiah smoothed a hand over her hip and thigh, and then moved it upward to cup her breast. His breaths were loud, his chest pushing against her back as he still fought for air.
    She wasn’t in any better shape. And she was sleepy. Placing her hand over the one massaging her breast, she waited a few more moments, enjoying the way they felt—joined, equally strained. “I liked that,” she whispered, then shook her head. Her words were a weak reflection of her true feelings.
    From behind, he sighed and pulled free.
    She heard the slick sounds of him removing the condom, but couldn’t guess what he’d done with it.
    “Come here,” he said, moving away from her back.
    She turned and saw that he was sitting with his back against the ottoman.
    “Come,” he repeated, curling his fingers.
    With a lazy crawl, she moved over him, once again straddling him. His cock was losing strength and size, but she liked pushing against it anyway as she spread herself and settled against his chest.
    “We need to talk.”
    She stiffened, and began to lean away.
    But he shook his head. “No.” He bracketed her face and brought her closer, pressing a kiss against her mouth. “You trust me enough to fuck you, but you won’t hold a real conversation with me? Really, Carly? Is talking more intimate?”
    Tired, she didn’t even try to school her features into a careless mask. “I’m wetting your cock. How much more intimate can we get?”
    He rubbed her lower lip, and she realized she was pouting. Childish. Stupid. Why was she trying to hide from him? “What do you want to know?”
    “Everything.” He let out a deep breath. “But let’s start with the fire. What happened out there today?”
    Her gaze veered from his. “I remembered the fire in the campgrounds. How I started it. How helpless I was to stop it. And then, all of a sudden, I couldn’t breathe.”
    A fingertip dug into the soft underside of her chin and turned her. His gaze had softened. “You don’t have to go out with the team tomorrow. I’ll talk to Blake and have him keep you with the folks refilling the sprayers or providing refreshment to the firefighters.”
    Disappointed in herself, she couldn’t stop her lower lip from trembling. “You don’t have to protect me.”
    He smoothed a thumb over her lip. “What if I want to, Carly? What if I’d like to do more?”
    Hearing the soft tone of his voice made Carly’s eyes begin to sting. She blinked to clear the moisture welling there. If she wasn’t careful, she’d start to depend on him for strength. “I don’t need more than this,” she said, indicating between their bodies. “I’ve been taking care of myself for a very long time now.”
    “What if I want to take care of you?” he said softly. “What if I need to take care of you?” Jeremiah rested his hands on her hips.
    Did he know his thumbs were soothing her? Where was the surly hard-ass whose sharp gaze had flayed her? This Jeremiah