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Dylan always moved fast…

With a startled cry, Cassie tumbled. He grabbed her, all his firefighter training and instincts kicking in before conscious thought. He tossed her to the bed, his own momentum carrying him in the same direction.

They fell to the bed. She somehow ended up underneath him.

He glanced down into her face, surprise and shock registering. Then he noticed that she was warm and soft beneath him and all the attraction he’d been pretending he didn’t feel roared to the surface.

He leaned down. When he kissed her he felt the moment their lips touched that it had been inevitable from the second he’d walked into her house.

When she started to move against him, he felt his body harden in all the right places.

He wanted so much and he wanted it all now, but dimly an alarm began to ring as his mind finally caught up to the situation.

What the hell was he doing? He was supposed to be fixing up this woman’s house.

And not jumping her luscious bones….