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“It’s my plan,” he gently corrects.

I can’t help my smile. I peer closer at the images. He hands over his phone, letting me scroll through the pics unabandoned. Does he have nothing to hide? If someone just had my phone for a period of time like this I would probablydie.

“Oh, damn.” I stop on one, a perfect shot from down low looking straight through the trees. “Talk about writing views for days.” I look up from his phone, out at the blackness before us as if I can still see it from the photos. In a weird way, I kind of can. Feeling like I’ve indulged enough, I hand it back over.

“Yeah? You think you could find some inspiration here?” He tucks away his phone.

I can’t help look up into his face, and for maybe the first time tonight, maybe the first time ever, I hold his gaze in the most uninhibited way. Like it’s all mine to hold and so dammit, I’m gonna.

“I think I already have.”

He smiles, a broad, earnest one, and my heart thumps harder. Warmth spreads from my chest to the tips of my toes.

Penn reaches for my hand, threading his fingers through mine. Electric energy scuttles up my arm and down into my belly, settling there. It’s hard to think with his hand around mine. Almost hard to breathe. I wantmoreof him wrapped around me.More of those kisses…

“So, what do you think you’ll write about?” he asks, his voice coming out deep and hoarse, like he’s thinking about kissing me too.

“Mm. No more dreams,” I murmur. “Maybe I’ll write something totally off the wall and different. Like…cozy mysteries, or romance novels.”

“I like romance.” He grins, looking mischievous.

“You don’t read romance.” I laugh.

“No, but you could read me romance.”

“Oh I could, could I?” My eyes fall right to his lips as I lean in to kiss him.

Everything stops. My heart, my breath. My thoughts. Even the land stretched out before us seems like it takes one big inhale and is holding it, waiting, and wanting, and knowing.

Penn’s lips brush against mine, his hand letting go of mine only to push into my hair, and the whole world seems to spin around us.

The kiss deepens, becoming heated. My heart kicks to life again, thrumming like a bird in a cage. I lay back and he crawls over me, spreading hot kisses on my neck, down my chest. He smells like juniper and diesel and wine. His strong hands scope up my legs, and I open them for him. His fingertips graze upward between my thighs, then higher, tracing a line up the length of my zipper. He makes quick work of the clasp of my jeans and I’m already soaking wet when he dips his hand inside, his warm touch instantly sending me into fits of delirium.

“Oh my god, Penn. Yes…”

He touch is slow, controlled at first, exploring my folds with a lustful expression. I stare up into darkened eyes. He touches methereand my mouth hinges open, a throaty gasp escaping and he swallows it in a hungry kiss that almost has me blacking out. His fingertip swirls around my clit and then drags lower, plunging inside. A squeak rips out of my throat at the sudden contact.

“That hurt?” he asks, his tone so husky and low that I can’t decide if it should or it shouldn’t. “You’re so tight, sweetheart… Christ.”

“It feels amazing. More.” My body rocks into his hand.

His finger glides all the way out and then presses back in, stealing my breath.Out, in. Moans of pleasure sing from my lips. The stroking, petting rhythm picks up and every time he sinks into me I fall deeper and deeper into a spinning bliss. All the while Penn kisses the hair around my ear, his breath on my neck sending chills of sensation down to my knees, his perfect ministrations opening up all the heat that’s curled low in my belly, ready to burst.

“Don’t stop, Penn. Please don’t stop.”

“Never,” he growls, his voice all gravel and heat. His hips press against me and I feel the bulge of a rock-hard erection. Holy, fuck. I want that.

“Penn…” But I can’t get a word out past that. Oh my god, I’m going to come. I am actually going to come on his fingers in the bed of his truck like a horny teenager out past curfew. Shit.

“Fuck,” I simper, reaching down to lay my hand over his, as if to guide his hand that needs zero guidance whatsoever. No one hasevermade me come this way—no one has really ever made me comeanysort of way except me—but his capable touch, reverent, powerful, mine, has me coming undone part by part. He’s groaning and mewling and hard as a damn steel rod and not doing a thing about that except pleasuring me. Have I everhad so much focused attention…rightwhere I need it? And from Penn of all people. Not just my hero. Not just this fireman with a heart of solid gold. But the dead-sexiest man on earth.

“God you’re beautiful,” he rasps in my ear. He looks down at me, lips parted slightly, his pupils blown. I hold his gaze. Looking right into his insanely handsome face as my happy pussy clenches around him, drenching his fingers. Now I can’t stop my eyes from shutting down. My knees struggle to stay apart as waves of euphoria build and build and then crash through me.

I come with a hard, shaking orgasm, and he captures my lips in a soul-searing kiss, and his movements slow, and slow.

Whenever I finally settle down and stop losing my goddamn mind he slides out of me with a groan, softly tending to my clit that’s pulsing with zings of aftershock sensation. When my legs start to squeeze together unbidden, he brings his fingers up to his mouth, taking a slow, ragged breath in as a tastes them. “Fuck, you taste good, Hearth.”

Oh my fucking god.

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