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I wrap my hands around his neck, securing us together again. My legs catch and tangle with his, trapping us. I kiss his mouth like I mean it, as if I’m trying to convince him through a kiss my soul depends on him.

When he finally enters me, with his ever-confident touch and the rumble in his chest, my toes curl and my fingertips tingle.

Thrusting inside of me with frantic movements, his lips never leave mine. “You have to be quiet.” He nudges my legs apart more with his knees and continues rocking against me. My body shivers under his rough touch. I never want him to stop. As if he’s feeling the same way, his hands clamp down on my shoulders, driving into me with each forceful thrust.

Time moves slower, yet fast as my body aches after our twenty minutes so far, and I’m wondering if he’s ever going to stop. I know he’d already had at least one orgasm, but he’s still sliding in and out with just as much passion as he had when we started.

“Caleb . . .” I sigh gently, pushing against his shoulders with my palms, trying to catch my breath. “We’re going to get caught in here.”

“Who cares,” he whispers, kissing my cheek. “Just one more . . . I don’t’ want to stop.”

I close my eyes and open my mouth to him as he anchors his hands on each side of my face.

When Caleb looks at me, he laughs, his body shaking and his voice gone just like mine is as he goes for one more. His laugh is comforting and enduring. “Remember when you asked me if I jerked off at work?”

I nod, smiling.

“I had to the other day because I couldn’t stop thinking about your tight pussy.”

Okay, well now Ineverwant him to stop.

“Where’d you do it?”

“The bathroom,” he breathes.

I’ll be asking about more details later for sure. I need to know everything about this.

Trapped underneath him, I can feel his arms and legs shaking, and the rise and fall of his stomach against mine. His chest and shoulders are flushed, and when I brush my hand over his forehead, there’s sweat there too. Goddamn, this is hot. Who knew sex in the equipment room at the firehouse would turn him on this much?

Or maybe it’s because we haven’t had sex since Emmerson’s birth. Could be that. Whatever the reason, I’m loving this.

Gliding his nose along my jaw, brushed lips part over mine. I hear him groan when my nails rake down his back, he gives me all his weight, the sounds of his pleasure resonating through him to me, giving me everything he has to give.

I grip his neck, his sides, his body. He gives me it all unconditionally and with everything he has. I feel his pulse with every beat of his greedy heart and tattooed soul because this guy, he’s mine, forever.

When he’s done, his body spread out before me as he attempts to catch his breath, I catch a glimpse of the ink spread over his bare chest. My hand moves from the cot, traveling lower over ink and the words:We’re everything we can’t control. Together we burn, her desire, his fire.

With my touch, his breathing increases, his nose brushing my cheek when he sits up. “I love you,” he says, meaning it.

I smile against his skin, content, relieved, owned by this man who thought he could never love someone. “I love you, too.”

When I first met Caleb, I was in the habit of attaching myself to people because I feared being alone. Well, I attached myself to Caleb too, and at first, it backfired on me.

I tell you what though, despite it being unhealthy, I sat on a guy’s lap for the thrill, dry humped his leg, made him fuck me against a counter in turnout gear, stalked him and then lost him to his own demons. And then he came back. Probably for the sex. But he came back and let me love him. Completely. Without hesitation.

You know what else happened? I fell in love. I’ve been so far into the man that I crawled inside his heart and saw his soul for what it was.

Caleb draws me to stand, handing me my clothes back. “Are we meeting at the memorial in the morning when I get off work?”

I nod, buttoning my blouse. “Yep. Come straight there after your shift.”

He smiles. “And then after we can get naked again?”

“Is that all you think about now, Mr. Ryan?”

“Pretty much, Mrs. Ryan.” He slaps my ass and then reaches for the handle of the door.

Guess what? He put a fucking ring on my finger. He loves me and I had his baby.

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