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hard muscles, his hands came down on the car on either side of the head. Awareness
flooded her as his warm, softly ravishing kiss tasted her lips. His unhurried approach was
so delicious, the erotic pressure sending a delirium of feelings through her. She
responded to his kiss with tentative movements, exploring him as much as he did her.
Tight craving coiled in her loins and desire moistened her body in preparation for sex.
She inhaled deeply and savored his warm scent.
Again, she explored as she slid upward, cupping his jaw. Five-o’clock shadow
bristled under her fingers and sent tingles through her skin. Still he did nothing more than
kiss her with coaxing investigation, until her body ached, her desire rising higher by the
second. She thought she’d come unglued under the hot brand of his lips. Hunger for his
touch drove her to slip her fingers back down his shoulders.
He drew away long enough to bury his face in her neck and murmur with husky
restraint, “God, Autumn.”
She quivered in delight at his obvious desire. “Just like your fantasies?”
“Twenty times better.”
Jack pressed soft kisses to her neck and her nipples tightened and tingled. She
wriggled a little in his arms, wanting his fingers on her nipples, pulling, tugging, licking.
Power radiated from him, and she felt the tension grow inside Jack, as if he might
coil and snap. His cock was a rigid bar of flesh against her belly. Her breath sucked in
slightly, her own hips moving in response. His restraint broke, arms lacing around her
back and waist to haul her against his chest. Autumn wrapped her arms around his neck,
urging him closer.
Once more, he kissed her, and this time his tongue met hers, an ardent dancing and
stroking as if he couldn’t go deep enough. Her mind melted as well as her body, thoughts
disappeared as she became nothing more than unadulterated sensation. They didn’t stop
at one long kiss, but ventured into two, then three penetrating discoveries. She ate at his
mouth, her lips ravenous as the temperature baked all her inhibitions and she staggered
on the edge of combustion. An eternity of silky, hot pleasure danced through her body.
Rapid-fire needs swirled inside her. Moist heat dampened her panties, and she wanted to
align her sensitive tissues with his cock and rub against him to assuage the desire. Her
hips wriggled, and his hands slid to just the top of her buttocks.
Oh, yes. Please.
But he didn’t cup her, instead he stroked, his touch lingering in a way that sent
waves of explicit longing tangoing through her body. She’d never dreamed kissing him
would make her feel this hot, dying for completion.
When he drew back, she saw flames hotter than any fire within his gorgeous eyes.
“Wow.”
She smiled. “I’ll say.”
He slowly drew away from her. “I’d love to invite you inside, but I have to head out
for some wildland training in the boonies at three in the morning.”
She sighed, disappointed. “I understand.”
He drew his fingers over her cheek in a gentle caress that only added to her torment.
“When we get into bed together the first time, I want it to last all night.”
Heat burst in a flashover, and she ached to feel him buried deep in her body,
thrusting out his hunger and appeasing her ruthless passion. Giving him a shaky smile,
she said, “When we make love? You’re very sure of yourself, Jack Dillon.”
The cocky, self-confident look on his face told all. “Can you deny it’s what we both
want?”
“No. I just never thought you’d … that we’d…”
“Neither did I.”
He cupped her shoulders and dove in for a voluptuous, tongue-thrusting kiss that sent
wild shivers through her body. She arched into him, about ready to beg for him to take
her inside. She drew back from the kiss, alarmed at how much she wanted him, and the
fact she’d beg in the first place. Normally she didn’t give into an animal craving without
much thought or consideration.
But that’s what you want from Jack. Straightforward. Uncomplicated. No emotional
component.
“Good night then,” she said with a smile as she unlocked his SUV and climbed
inside.
As she drove away, he watched her from the sidewalk. He hadn’t said anything about
seeing her soon, and it didn’t concern her. They’d end up in bed sooner or later. She
knew it without any doubt.
God, Autumn. You’re lusting after Jack? Thoughts of him as the young boy she’d
tutored all those years ago had left her mind the minute he’d rescued her from the car
accident. His masculinity, his self-assurance, blew away any thoughts that he was too
young. After all, they were adults now.
Besides, he obviously didn’t want attachments. Free and easy sex. His kisses
replayed in her head. Thoughts of making love to him, of discovering all the secrets of his
body, teased her all the way home.
Chapter Six
“Wow.” Bitsie Dillon’s small, round face betrayed her pleasure as she surveyed the
photographs on the front page of the Clifton Times. She’d spread the paper in front of her
on the kitchen table moments ago. “Second day in a row featuring Jack and the fire
department. I’ll be. Color photos and everything.”
Autumn chuckled. “I’m supposed to use black and white, but I decided to
experiment. Good thing the photos came out great, or Elliott would have had my head for
lunch.”
“I knew my son was handsome, but these pictures take the cake.”
Pleased, Autumn settled into a chair at the table and took a sip of herbal tea.
“Thanks. I was inspired.”
Autumn perused the large photograph of Jack in his full regalia. She’d caught him in
moment of strength, his ax poised to tear down dangerous woodwork that threatened to
fall on any firefighter who might step through an entranceway into the warehouse.
Nothing of the vulnerable boy she’d once known showed. Another glance at the photo
made an appreciative flutter dance in her midsection. Yeah, no doubt about it. The man
was disgustingly heroic.
“I paraded several photographs of firefighters in front of Elliott, but he thought this
picture was the best one. It made up for the skimpy article yesterday and today,” Autumn
said.
“Do you have an extra copy of the photographs I can buy from the paper?” Bitsie
asked as she shoved a hand through her salt-and-pepper hair. “You took several more
shots of Jack, right?” Bitsie’s expression filled with mischief, and Autumn read the
speculation in her green eyes.
Swallowing hard, Autumn then said, “I got carried away. I’m sure Elliott will let me
give you copies.”
“I’d like to see Jack’s face when he gets a load of this paper. He’ll be embarrassed.”
Autumn remembered the cockiness in Jack’s expression last night. “Is he that
modest?”
Bitsie glanced at the article again. “Sometimes that boy is the picture of humble pie.
Bravery and reticence in one mixture.” Another crafty gleam entered the woman’s eyes.
“I’m surprised some young thing hasn’t snatched him up yet.”
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