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the screen. Julia caught herself before she moaned at how sexy he looked. Several days of stubble covered his lower face; his mussed hair looked as if he’d run his hands through it several times before someone snapped the picture. He gazed directly into the camera lens with an I’m-ready-to-ignite-your-hormones expression.
    Very appropriate for a firefighter.
    Stephen pressed the tab key. In the next photo, he stood with three other men next to a fire truck. They wore pants, but no shirts. Stephen casually held an ax on one shoulder, which made his biceps bulge. He had tribal-band tattoos on both biceps. His pants rode low on his hips, letting her see he had no hair on his chest, but did have an impressive set of abs and an enticing happy trail of dark hair that ran down from his navel.
    The next picture showed Stephen in the foreground with other firefighters in the background while they battled a brush fire. He tabbed through several more pictures, until he reached one of another man.
    “That’s it for me. I’ll leave this page open if you want to look at some of the other pictures later.”
    She would definitely look at the pictures of Stephen again . . . over and over and over.
    He turned in the chair, braced his arm along the back. “So we have something in common. We’ve both posed for calendars.” His gaze once again briefly passed over her breasts. “Although I’m sure your picture is much sexier.”
    “I don’t know. The picture of you shirtless with that ax on your shoulder is pretty sexy.”
    A slow grin turned up his lips. “Yeah?”
    Julia nodded. “Definitely.”
    His grin slowly faded, as did the playfulness in his eyes. “I’m glad you think so,” he said softly.
    He continued to stare into her eyes, making her tummy flutter. When several seconds of silence passed, Julia broke it with a simple question. “Is something wrong?”
    Stephen shook his head. “I’m thinking about how much I want to kiss you.”
    He hooked one forefinger beneath her chin and gently urged her to bend closer. She did, until her lips brushed his.

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    H er lips tasted of Merlot, with a hint of caramel mixed with the unique flavor of Julia. Stephen didn’t deepen the kiss or use his tongue. He kissed her softly, gently, touching her with only his lips and fingertip.
    Since discovering how nice sex could be shortly after he turned sixteen, he’d indulged whenever possible and probably fucked more than his share of women in the last eleven years.
    He’d never wanted any of them with the fierceness that he wanted Julia.
    With his lips still pressed to hers, Stephen slowly stood. Julia gripped his shoulders, tilted her head to the side. He took that as a silent request for him to deepen their connection. He slipped his arms around her waist, splayed his hands over her back. The tip of his tongue slid over the seam of her lips. They parted, blessing him with an intimate taste of her.
    The tiny taste made him crave more.
    He dropped kisses on her cheek, her jaw, beneath her ear. “I want you, Julia.”
    Instead of responding with words, she kissed him. Her lips were so soft, so satiny, so warm. Desire galloped through his veins. All the blood in his body headed to his dick, filling it in only moments.
    Stephen wanted her naked and beneath him as soon as possible, but his first time making love with Julia should be special. Taking her hand, he led her the few steps to the bed. Pushing gently on her shoulders, he silently asked her to sit on the edge of the bed. He dropped to one knee before her and slipped off her high-heeled sandals.
    Before he could rise again, she leaned over and kissed him.
    A groan formed in his throat. She ran her hands into his hair, held his head while she took control of their kiss. Her tongue swiped across his lips before darting into his mouth. Their tongues met, danced together, before she withdrew. Tilting her head the other direction, she gave him another kiss that caused him to stop