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  “This mouth?” He ran his thumb along my lower lip. “It was mine first. These curves?” His hand skimmed down my side, gently squeezing in at my waist and then palming my hip. He closed his eyes and groaned for the barest of seconds.

  Fuck. My body came to life. A simple touch and my pulse pounded. My breath caught, my core started to hum. All from a single. Damn. Touch.

  I was so screwed.

  “I was the first to map each line of your body. My tongue was first to taste every delicious inch of your skin.”

  “Don’t,” I pled. But for what? I wanted him to back off, to leave me the hell alone and go back to California. Right?

  “I was the first man inside this body, Emerson. The first one to take you, to consume you, to make love to you.”

  “And you think that gives you some right to the woman I am now? That girl you made love to is long gone,” I countered, scrambling for any logic I could cling to.

  “Your body says it does. Your little breaths are hitched, your thighs are shifting, and I’m sure I have marks in my arm from your nails pulling me closer. You’re practically screaming for me, and I’ve barely touched you.”

  God damn it, he was right. Not that I’d ever admit it.

  Bash leaned in, his mouth dangerously close to mine. “Say no,” he ordered. “That’s all you have to say, baby. One little word.”

  Oh, God. I should have. I needed to.

  I opened my mouth to protest…and whispered his name instead. “Bash.”

  His mouth crashed into mine. There was no tentative first kiss, no exploratory nibble. He devoured me, sweeping his tongue inside to rub against mine, to stroke the sensitive skin behind my teeth. His hand cradled my head, kept me prisoner for the delicious assault on my senses as he licked into my mouth, demanding my response.

  He more than got it. I moaned and kissed him back for everything I was worth.

  Fire raged through me, burning out the ashes from my heart. My arms looped around his neck, and I gave myself over to the perfection of kissing Bash again. Past and present blended together so seamlessly that I could have easily been eighteen again, but six years gave me more experience, made me more aware of the ache, the outright need for release and the one man I knew could give it to me.

  God, this was Heaven and Hell all wrapped into one moment.

  My back hit the Rover as Bash pressed his weight against me. He was so much bigger than he had been at twenty-one, his frame now filled out with roped muscles that drew my fingers like magnets. He was more skilled too, his lips expert at drawing every ounce of pleasure he could from my mouth. The hand that had been at my hip shifted to my ass, and he effortlessly lifted me, bracing me against the car.

  “You’ll scratch it,” I gasped as he shifted his attention to my neck, running his teeth down the delicate skin just to lick his way back up.

  “I don’t give a fuck,” he growled.

  My legs looped around his hips, and I rubbed against him, shamelessly seeking the friction I needed. God, this was what I’d missed from the others—this desire burning me from the inside, demanding to be acknowledged, to be appeased.

  He tilted my head down and kissed me relentlessly, overtaking every sense. His cedar scent was in my head, his tongue filled my mouth, his skin warmed under my fingertips, and his low moan reverberated in my ears when I rocked against his erection.

  Only Bash did this to me, turned me into a sex-starved siren, made me feel powerful, and not just wanted, but needed. He kissed me like I wasn’t just another girl or even the girl. No, Bash kissed me like I was necessary to his existence.

  Except I wasn’t.

  He’d proven that over and over again these last six years, and once he had the crew set up, he’d leave again without looking back. Without sparing me another thought.

  “Stop,” I begged against his lips.

  He froze, his breath hitting my lips in harsh pants. “Emmy?”

  God, those eyes…they were tinged with green, his lids lowered in want. I closed mine, refusing to give into this madness for another second. “Stop,” I repeated.

  He lowered my feet to the ground and rolled away from me, leaning against the Rover with his palms up. His tongue ran across his bottom lip, like he was trying to catch what was left of my taste, and I nearly gave in. He was so incredibly sexy without even trying. Instead, I found the strength to walk away.

  My legs shaking, I made my way up the short sidewalk to my house. My bed. Alone.

  You could have him. You just have to say yes. But I’d worked so hard to rebuild, and saying yes to Bash meant giving him the power to destroy me.

  I pulled the hide-a-key from the false rock and turned to find him staring at me, his hands now buried in his pockets. Strength, determination, and sex all radiated from him, and my body all-but rebelled at the distance between us.

  “You need to start with Mrs. Greevy,” I called over, failing to keep the slight tremor from my voice.

  “What?” he asked, stepping forward.

  I threw my arm out. “Don’t. That,” I motioned between us, “will not be happening again.”

  One of his eyebrows rose in challenge. “Oh?”

  “Pay attention, Sebastian. You have three days until the council meets again, and you bet your hot little ass that you’ll be the topic of discussion. If you want to win over the council, you need to win the town, and that means you need Mrs. Greevy on your side. Then go to Mr. Hartwell.”

  “He still teaching at the high school?”

  “He’s the principal now.”

  His eyes widened.

  “Things change, Bash. People change too.”

  We stood fifteen feet apart, but the connection between us felt like we were still locked at the mouth…hell, the heart. I swallowed and pivoted to open my door.

  “Hey, Emerson?” His voice was way too close.

  I looked over my shoulder as I turned the key and found him on my porch. “Sebastian?” I used his full name just to irk him.

  His smile was unexpected and breathtaking. “I didn’t do,”—he motioned between us—“this, to get your help for the team.”

  My eyes fell away. In one simple sentence, he’d nailed my biggest fear. “Okay.” Yeah, right.

  His chest rubbed against my back, and his lips brushed my ear. “I did it because I had to, because another minute without kissing you would have shredded me. Hell, because I needed to see if you taste as good as I remembered.”

  My muscles abandoned ship, and I nearly melted on my front porch.

  “But, you taste better. Sweeter. Hotter. So you can say this won’t be happening again, but I know better. You and I are inevitable, and you know it. We always have been. Gasoline and fire, remember?”

  I turned the handle with what strength I could muster and stepped into my house. “I’m not denying that. But we both know that I’m the one who ends up a giant pile of ashes, so forgive me if I’m not quite ready to let you burn me again.”

  I shut the door without looking back and then sagged against the wood, sliding to the floor. Oxygen filled my lungs as I took deep breaths, waiting for the ache to ease in my body and my heart.

  Four fucking days and he had me tied in knots, and they were the kind I knew only he could unravel.

  Chapter Five

  Bash

  The door to the Chatterbox swung open smoothly, and it was just…wrong. Where was the squeak? That noise had gotten Ryker, Knox and I busted more than once when we were late from school.

  “As I live and breathe. Sebastian Vargas, get over here and give me a hug,” Agnes ordered, coming around the diner’s counter.

  “Nice place you’ve got here, Agnes,” I said as I hugged Knox’s grandmother. “It’s a little different than I remember, but I like it.”

  She let me go and looked over her diner. “I like to think that I improved on it a lot. But I still miss the old wall,” she motioned to the new wood paneling on the south wall that had replaced the one lost i
n the fire. Along the ridges, couples had carved their initials since I could remember. It was more than saying you were seeing someone. That shit was permanent, where everyone could see. You carved your girl’s name next to yours on that wall and you’d better have a ring ready, because half the town was going to assume it was coming.

  I wasn’t romantic in the least, but I appreciated the sentiment, both the caveman-like claiming of your woman, and the idea of loving someone so much that you were willing to declare publically that not only was she yours, you were hers.

  But what the fuck happened to the couples who failed? Did they have to bring their new girls to sit next to the reminder of their old ones?

  “That was a definite loss. I think there were more wedding announcements on your wall than the Ledger.”

  “It was sad,” she agreed. “So much history lost, but small towns have memories that last even longer. Those names are still etched on hearts.”

  “Did any of it survive? The old wall?” I asked.

  “Very little. Nothing worth putting back up.”

  I glanced around the diner. “It’s all very…”

  “New?” She offered.

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, the pancakes are the same. How about we get you a stack before the council meeting?”

  My smile was immediate. “That’s the best offer I’ve had since I got here.”

  “Well, stop pissing everyone off.” She wagged her finger at me, pointed to an empty seat at the counter and disappeared into the back.

  I checked my email. Fuck. If I were going to have a prayer of getting this thing off the ground, I’d need him.

  Bash: HEY, DID YOU HEAR FROM COHEN YET?

  I waited a few minutes for the response, actively ignoring every inquisitive look thrown my way in the diner.

  Knox: NO, BUT I FOUND SOMEONE WHO MIGHT KNOW WHERE HE IS.

  Bash: THANKS, MAN. KEEP LOOKING.

  Knox: NO PROBLEM. HOW IS HOME?

  Home. What the hell was that? Mom was in Denver now, couldn’t stand the thought of rebuilding without Dad. But this was where we grew up, where Ryker, Knox and I terrorized the town as kids, defended it as teens, and helped pay to rebuild it as adults.

  But more than the town… It was Emerson.

  She was here, and as much as I’d wanted to stay the hell away from her, fuck if I wasn’t chasing her down. I’d never been able to stay away from her when I was within town limits. It was one of the reasons I’d never come back.

  Bash: COMPLICATED.

  Knox: ALWAYS IS. YOU PISS OFF EMERSON YET?

  Bash: ALMOST IMMEDIATELY.

  Knox: GOOD TO KNOW THAT SOME THINGS DON’T CHANGE.

  But they did. The need between Emerson and I had always been mutual, both of us knowing that one day we’d collide. That much hadn’t changed. But it had always been her putting her heart out there, and me trying my damnedest to protect her by staying the hell away.

  Now she was all too happy to stay away.

  It had been three days since I kissed her, and as cliché as it sounded in my own head, I swore I could still taste her, still feel her skin under my fingers. I had exactly thirty-three minutes until this council meeting, where I’d quite possibly have to give the best presentation of my life, and all I could think of was how badly I wanted to see Emerson.

  This was exactly why I’d wanted to come when she’d already left.

  “Here we go,” Agnes said, pulling me from my thoughts as she put a plate of hot blueberry pancakes on the counter.

  “Marry me,” I said after my first bite.

  She laughed. “I figured you might need a little bolstering for what you’re walking into.”

  I chewed thoughtfully. “What do you know, Agnes?” Everything.

  “Oh, I know you crashed and burned with Mary Greevy yesterday.”

  I paused, then swallowed. “Yeah, well she’s never been a fan of mine.”

  “Couldn’t be because you flashed around that it was a lot of your money that made this rebuild possible, was it?” She gave me an innocent smile that was anything but.

  “Small towns,” I muttered, stabbing through a blueberry.

  “Oh, it most certainly was,” Emerson said, coming up next to me, and I nearly choked. This was why we needed the squeaking door, so impossible-to-resist women couldn’t sneak up on me. She had on a simple, classy sheath dress, but damn, it hugged every single one of her curves, and those red heels…I wanted them digging into my ass. Now. “The usual, Agnes?” She said without looking at me.

  “What did you hear?” I asked.

  She shot me a sideways glance. “Only that you’re a pompous asshole who doesn’t remember where you come from, and if you think you’re going to tarnish the memory of those heroes then you have something else coming.”

  “Check please,” I said to Agnes.

  “How about I get you those coffees,” she said to Emerson and headed toward the pots.

  “I don’t need Greevy’s approval,” I barked and immediately regretted it.

  “No, you need the council’s, and, therefore, the town’s. And you’re not going to get it by acting like a class A asshat.”

  “I wasn’t…” I shook my head and pushed my plate away. “Fuck. I just told her that I didn’t have a problem paying for it, which I don’t.”

  She finally turned, swallowing me whole with those brown eyes. What an incredibly sexy woman she’d grown into while I wasn’t watching. Then she blew her bangs out of her eyes, reminding me too much of the girl I’d loved, and I was fucking sunk. She was everything I wanted—needed—in one smart-mouthed, beautiful package.

  “It’s not what you’re saying, Bash. It’s how you’re saying it. Why the hell do you think their first concern is money?”

  “Because paying out the benefits for the firefighters bankrupted this town. I can make sure that doesn’t happen again. Make sure that what happened…” She arched that eyebrow at me, and I couldn’t finish.

  “To me,” she said simply. “To my mother.”

  “Yes,” I admitted. What happened back then had been a travesty, not just for Emerson’s family, but the family of every other hotshot who operated “seasonally.”

  “It was just money. We still made ends meet. Stop focusing on the finances. We paid a hell of a lot more than money, and you know that. Hell, you are that, Bash. This town lost its heroes, its husbands, its sons, brothers, friends.”

  “You don’t I know that? We lost our fathers,” I snapped.

  She nodded with a sad smile. “Yes. Then you need to remind them that you’re one of them. One of us. You’re not just this newly-rich guy who has zero intention of seeing through what you start. You are a legacy of that crew, a firefighting son of a firefighter, Bash. If this is about your ego, then you’re screwed. But if you are serious about doing this for them—for our fathers—then you have a chance. And knowing you, a chance is all you really need.”

  “Two coffees,” Agnes said, sliding them across the counter.

  “Tab me? I don’t want to be late,” she asked Agnes.

  “No problem,” Agnes answered. Her eyes flicked between us and she backed away, a ridiculous grin on her face.

  “I’ll see you in there,” Emerson said, taking the cups.

  “Emmy,” I stopped her with a light touch to her elbow. She raised her eyebrows. “Do you think this is about ego? Is that what you think of me?”

  She sighed. “There’s not enough time in the world for me to discuss my thoughts when it comes to you, Sebastian Vargas.”

  “Okay. That was a loaded question,” I admitted. “What do you think about the crew? No holds-bar.”

  Her head tilted, forcing her to blow her bangs out of her eyes again. “As a Legacy citizen, I think it opens us up to a ton of issues that we’d put to bed a long time ago for the good of the town. Not just finances, or compensation, but losing them. There’s something about seeing your heroes die that isn’t just tragic—it makes you feel smal
ler, more vulnerable than you were before.”

  “And as Joseph Kendrick’s daughter?”

  She sucked in her breath. “I think having even a piece of him alive would be…” her eyes glossed over, and she blinked quickly. “It would be everything. That crew was their life, our family, and as much as it terrifies me—as what you do terrifies me—I also know this is what they would have wanted.”

  “Exactly. It’s not about my ego. If it had been, I would have gone straight to the Forest Service and just started up one of my own somewhere else.”

  “You just have to remember that there’s only one person on that council who lost someone that day. They’re not looking at this from the same place you are. If you want them to agree, then you need to get them to see it.”

  “Will you help me?” I forced the words from my throat. I hated asking for help, let alone from Emerson. Not after what I’d done to her.

  She shook her head. “I’m leaving. I’ll be gone three weeks from now and won’t be back for six months. I can’t be the champion you need…or anything you want,” she added in a whisper.

  Well, fuck, that hurt a hell of a lot more than I’d imagined, and it was kinder than what I deserved.

  “I’m not going to hurt you again,” I promised, reaching for her.

  She stepped back out of my reach. “I know, because I won’t let you. Bash, you’re a temporary part of this town, a fleeting moment, because that’s all you want to be, and maybe we do want each other. Maybe we are just as drawn to each other as we were before, but I’m not temporary. This is my home.”

  “It’s mine too.”

  “Right. You start believing that, and you might have a chance at getting the team back.” She gave me a single nod and walked out of the diner.

  “You’d better get going if you want to make that council meeting,” Agnes said, taking my plate.

  “And what are your thoughts?” I asked. She gave me a wide-eyed, innocent stare and I damn-near laughed. “Don’t you even act like you didn’t hear every word.”