Page 96 of Burn With Me

My eyes find hers. “Like what?”

“Like I’m the only thing in this world that you covet, and you’d burn it down for me.” Her thrusts become erratic, and she bites her lip.

“Iwouldburn the world for you, Ginny. Say the word, and I’ll turn it all to ashes so you can recreate it into whatever you want.” Our eyes connect—unshed tears springing to hers, utter devotion in mine.

“Are you close, baby? Do you want to come?” My hips rise to meet hers, holding her up as I reverse plank and drive so far into her that she cries out in pleasure.

Nodding furiously, her voice is hoarse as she replies, “Yes. I’m so close. I want you to come with me.”

Her hands squeeze mine tighter into her as she grinds against me, head thrown back, making little whimpering noises with her eyes clenched shut. My balls tense, and I pinch her nipple lightly. “Watch me while you come, Ginny. I want to see your face when you coat my cock.”

My words tip her over the edge, and she cries, “I’m coming! Fuck, Jackson, I’m coming!”

“That’s right, baby. Come all over my cock.” My dick twitches as I come with her, wishing that there wasn’t a barrier between us. Wishing that I could fill her so full of my cum that it’ll leak out of her for a week.

An image flashes through my mind of her on top of me with a swollen belly, and I swear it makes me come again, letting out a low moan through my clenched teeth as I empty into her.

When she starts to slow, I pull her down to my chest and kiss her slowly. Our hips continue to move together, little waves of heat cresting one after the other.

“Eventually, I’ll be able to fuck you exactly the way you want without you having to tell me. Until then, I’m going to have fun getting to know every moan, every flex of your fingers, every gasp that leaves your throat. I’ll explore every inch of your body until I have my own personal atlas,” I whisper when I release her lips from our kiss.

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

Ginny

“Holy shit! I’m so glad you guys made up,” Lenni exclaims as she sorts through gowns on a rack in the middle of my living room.

Looking through a different assortment, I raise my eyebrow and glance at her. “You said you would hate him until the day you die.”

She shrugs. “If you forgive him, I forgive him. I can’t believe he sent all of these over for you to choose from for tonight. Is this one of those situations where the dress will have a bodyguard, and it has to be home by midnight?”

A long satin number catches my eye, and I place it with the other dresses I want to try on. “No, that’s the jewels.”

At her incredulous look, I laugh and shake my head. “I’m kidding.”

She pulls a long gold sequined gown from her rack and asks, “So, howarethings with Jackson?”

A smile pulls at my lips, and I know that if I were to look in a mirror, I’d see a dopey, dreamy expression on my face. “Really good, actually. Really,reallygood.”

The last week with Jackson has been a dream. Part of me feels slightly bad about canceling this weekend at the club,but my strangerwaspushing me to make up with Jackson. Hopefully, he understands.

I think back to when Jackson asked me to go with him to this event. It was Wednesday night, and we were eating pizza and drinking wine in his game room with P-Kitty curled up between us.

“I know that we’re working on getting back to a good place, but I’d really like it if you came to this party with me on Friday night.”

I wonder if this is the party that Viktoriya was asking if he’d be at. As if he reads my thoughts, he explains, “It’s Tripp’s mother’s birthday. He’s my best friend, so I have to attend. We don’t have to stay long if you don’t want to.”

“Of course, I’ll go with you. Why would you think I wouldn’t want to?”

“There’s going to be a lot of paparazzi. There will probably be questions about the incident.” He shrugs slightly as he speaks, stroking the patchy fur on P-Kitty’s tail.

“I can handle it.” Scooting across the couch, I nestle into his side and place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“Well, good. I’m glad you’re happy. Speaking of happy–this dress makes me unbelievably giddy,” Lenni’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. She’s admiring a red mermaid-style gown with see-through tulle and glittery lace flower appliques.

“It’s yours,” Jackson’s tenor drifts across the living room, and Lenni and I snap our heads in his direction.

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