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Our breaths mingled between us as we held eye contact. This was a first for me. Usually, sex was just sex. But this felt like so much more. More intimate. Sensual. Three words moved to the tip of my tongue, and I had to bite them back. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin this moment by overwhelming her with my feelings.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, her tone desperate, like maybe she was feeling the strong emotions that swirled around us too.

I covered her mouth with mine, brushing my lips gently back and forth. She matched my movements, but a moment later, she broke the kiss and dropped her head back against the wall. Her pussy gripped my cock tightly, signaling that she was close again.

“Sarah, look at me.” I slammed up into her. “I want to watch you.”

Opening her eyes, she zeroed in on me.

“Jay, I—” She searched my face, then quickly glanced away.

“Sarah, baby.” I brushed my lips against her cheek and pulled back. “Let me see you.”

She was feeling the same intense emotions I was, that was obvious, but I needed her to stay with me and in the moment.

Mouth open wide, she focused on me again. Two more thrusts, and waves of pleasure shot through her. Her pussy squeezed my hard length until I followed her over the edge, exploding inside her.

I dropped my forehead to rest against hers and breathed deeply. Giving us both a minute to come back down from that intense experience.

And I couldn’t hold back telling her how I felt as the emotion hit me hard in the chest. “I love you, Sarah.”

She pulled back slightly and searched my face, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smile.

“I love you too.”

Later that night, once we climbed into bed, we quietly made love again, whispering how we felt into the darkness that surrounded us as we came together before drifting off the sleep.

Chapter Twenty-One

JAY

I laid backon the sofa in the common area of the firehouse with one arm tucked behind my head. In my other hand, my phone buzzed.

Sarah: We just got up. About to make breakfast.

I’d leftfor work at five this morning. While I was getting ready, Sarah had brought Nora to bed with her, and the sight of the two of them cuddled up together made me ache to stay with them.

I glanced around the firehouse. A few of the guys were eating breakfast while the others were finishing a game of rummy. This place used to be my escape. Where I’d chill until those alarms went off. Now it didn’t feel that way. Now, it felt like a place where I had to go through the motions, power through the hours, until I could be where I wanted to be most.

I shot Sarah a text back, smiling as I did.

Me: Don’t tell me you’re making waffles again.

Three dots appearedand disappeared in rapid succession. I chuckled. Ruffling her feathers by teasing her about her latest mishap was way too much fun.

Me: Should I prepare the guys to head over?

Sarah: ??

Sarah: Between that night I burned the chicken and then leaving the waffle griddle on, it might not be a bad idea. I’m a fire hazard.

The alarms blared loudly,and I jumped up off the sofa, then shot Sarah another text.

Me: Going on a call. Don’t burn anything. I’ll text when we’re back at the house.

What should have beena simple call to put out a fire turned into pulling a handful of teenagers out of the old boathouse that was ablaze. Apparently, they’d been using it as a place to lay low away from the adults in their lives. To make matters worse, the place was close to the tree line, and we had to work to keep the flames under control so the forest didn’t catch fire too.

It was hours before we were back at the firehouse. Some of the guys started drills, burning off the excess adrenaline, and some crashed on their cots. I was always the one who ran for coffee and pastries after a call like this. Because what better way to perk up than with a coffee and some sugar? It wasn’t a big deal, but it was something that I could do for the guys.

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