Page 41 of Burn for Me

What I’d give to kiss you.

To have lips to press against yours. To be able to feel your breath against my tongue. To swallow down every little gasp.

The temptation to thrust my thumb into the heat of her mouth pulled at me. I had no doubt she could bring me to my knees with that mouth if she wanted to. I may be waiting for her to beg, but if I could talk, I’d throw myself at her goddamned feet and plead for the slightest ounce of her attention.

My pulse thundered in my chest. Standing there at aprecipice. Wanting horribly to wake her and make her writhe against my hand.

Closing my eyes, I sighed.

Waking her up with food might at least make her hate me a little less.

The old range cooker hadn’t been switched on since my uncle had stopped needing to eat. I hadn’t even considered getting gas.

Damn it.

I took the pack of bacon I’d opened outside along with an old frying pan and set them aside while I made a ring of stones on the grass. The wood scraped at my fingers, sharp little daggers cutting into me while I stacked them in the ring.

The fire took easily when I held a match to the thinner pieces of kindling I’d piled at the bottom of the stack. Soon orange flames crackled up, and my eyes glazed over while I waited for them to peak. The sea lapped at the shore, the minutes passing glacially slow while the wood burned black, glowing embers soon replacing the bright flames.

The bacon fat sizzled in the pan, spitting and bubbling in the heat.

Fuck, it smelled delicious.

Would Laura like it crispy? Or soft?

My mouth watered.

‘You came back.’ I startled at the voice, turning to nod at Laura.

‘I can’t believe you left me here on my own! What kind of absolutely insane fucker…’ Laura stopped mid-sentence, her expression changing when she caught sight of the bacon. ‘Is that bacon?’

I gave another nod, moving aside as she came to stand beside me, her eyes like saucers.

‘Did you go shopping? For me?’

I glanced at her face, seeing sleepy eyes glittering. The fire it ignited in me was more fierce than any of the thousands I’d lit.

Reaching out, I took her hand, upturning her palm.

YES

Laura snatched it back before clearing her throat.

‘Thank you,’ she whispered.

Feeling awkward at her mixed reaction, I walked inside and buttered a white bread roll.

Laura sat next to the fire, her eyes fixed on the frying pan.

The minute I scooped the hot bacon into the bun, she all but snatched it out of my fingers, moaning as she took a bite.

Her eyes rolled backward, and there I was, jealous of a fucking sandwich. Grease leaked out over her fingers as she chewed, and I desperately wanted to lick them clean.

Fuck my stupid fucking mouth.

After swallowing down a few more bites, Laura smiled shyly at me before licking her fingers clean.

My poor heart nearly stopped at the way her tongue wrapped round the digits.

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