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If there was one thing he’d learned from being a firefighter, it was that his hold on life was tenuous. In a blink he could be wiped out in a fire. Many of the guys in his profession never allowed themselves to get close to love for this reason.
    In total contrast to his thought pattern, Hanna’s reluctance to do relationships was driving him crazy. The need she raised in him was so out of control, it was like trying to douse a five-alarm fire with a drinking straw. He hadn’t gotten nearly enough of her.
    Dipping his lips to her ear, he crooned, “We have some time before the Chinese arrives.”
    Her breath hitched. “H-how do you know?”
    He took her earlobe between his teeth and worried it gently back and forth. “They’re always ten minutes later than they tell you. That means we have time.”
    Twisting, she met his gaze. “Time for what?”
    “Truth or dare?”
    A short laugh escaped her. Hell, he was starting to like this far too much. If he wasn’t so enamored with her, he’d get up and run before she wiggled any deeper into his psyche. Around her, he felt like a kid again—inexperienced. Suddenly, the nickname new recruit fit.
    “I haven’t played truth or dare since I was a kid.”
    “You’re past due for a game, then. I’ll go first. Truth or dare. Tell me why you only want one-night stands.”
    She bounced out of his arms and crowded into the other corner of the couch. Arms folded, her face masked. For a heartbeat he believed he’d really fucked up with her, but she lifted her chin a notch and shot out, “What’s the dare?”
    “You have to take off your pants.”
    Without giving the idea a second of thought, she shot to her feet and shimmied the leggings down her curvy thighs. She kicked off the fabric and sat again, her legs demurely crossed.
    He followed the lines of her thighs to delicate ankles and bare feet with red painted toes. He wasn’t surprised she had chosen the dare rather than telling him the truth about her life choice—or past trauma in this case.
    “My turn. Why did you become a firefighter?”
    “That’s easy. I like the rush.”
    “You’re not that firefighter who loves the game so much that he starts fires all around the city just so he can put them out, are you?”
    “Fuck no. Just for that, you’re getting tickled.” He captured her foot and stroked her curled toes. She squirmed and kicked at him with the other foot, which he also trapped. With both feet in his hands, she was at his mercy. He could easily tug her flat on her back, lift her legs, and bury his tongue in her pussy.
    He bit off a groan. He couldn’t get enough of her sweetness.
    “Stop before I kick you in the face,” she cried. He did stop but held her feet prisoner while staring into her eyes. Happy glints lived there. He wouldn’t believe she didn’t enjoy their time together.
    “Your turn,” she said throatily.
    “Truth or dare. Have you ever slept with a guy who’s done body shots off you before?”
    “No.”
    Good answer but too easy. He wanted the dare so he could get her panties off. During their tickle battle, he’d seen a flash of red cloth covering her snatch and matching her toenails. God, what he wouldn’t do to dampen that fabric with his tongue until he could taste her juices through it. Then press it aside and plunge into her core.
    He wet his lips, and she tracked the movement. Swallowing hard, she said, “Truth or dare—have you ever made a mistake on the job that’s caused someone else harm?”
    He stared into her—through her. “Dare.”
    She blinked but hardly missed a beat. She opened her mouth to tell him the dare. At that moment the door buzzed and she leaped off the couch, giving him a tantalizing view of her backside where his long T-shirt was caught on the roundness. As she twitched her way to the door, the shirt floated down around her upper thighs.
    Too late he realized she was answering the door in this state. The delivery kid’s eyes were as wide as