Page 73 of Burn With Me

With the hand on my neck, he grabs me by the base of my hair and pulls my head to the side. He bites me at my pulse point, and I slide my hands under his shirt to hold his sides.

“Food first, baby, then we have to walk Penny . . . then you can have your wicked way with me, and then I can eat my dessert.”

“Fiiine . . . let’s go eat,” I say with a smirk.

As we walk back toward the kitchen, my stomach growls when the smell of dinner hits me. “I love Mexican. Like if this was all I ate for the rest of my life, I would be happy.”

“While I love Mexican, I think my go-to food I would eat for the rest of my life is pizza.”

“I can get behind a good pizza. I want to make a nice patio section in the backyard and have one of those pizza ovens back there, so I can make my own and get that nice cook on it.” I think I’ll reward myself with that when the new section of the greenhouse is completed.

“Oh yeah, that and a really nice grill is something I’ve always wanted in a yard.”

“I would probably use a pizza oven more than a grill, but I can see the appeal of adding that to a patio section,” I admit and take a bite of my steak quesadilla, moaning. “They make the best steak quesadillas.” I look up and see Luke staring at me mid-bite, the lust shining in his eyes.

“I can’t tell if I’m jealous of a quesadilla or the people who make it.”

I laugh and roll my eyes as I take another bite.

The conversation is casual as we finish eating and clean up. I’m putting the last dish in the dishwasher when I feel Luke’s lips on my neck, and my brain short-circuits as desire flows through my veins.

“You’re distracting me . . .”

“Am I?” he whispers next to my ear, pulling me closer.

“You know you are.” My voice cracks as his fingers brush up and down my stomach.

“Are you going to finish, sweetness?”

“Hmmmm?” I say, distracted.

He grabs my wrist with the dish in my hand and guides me to put it in the dishwasher, forcing me to bend over.

My heart springs into overdrive as warmth spreads through my body. I wiggle my hips against his hardening length, and he tightens his grip around my wrist as we stand up. He spins me to face him, using his foot to close the dishwasher.

“You drive me crazy, Am.”

“I didn’t do anything,” I say breathlessly.

He leans in and kisses me with a passion I’ve never experienced, like he can’t breathe without me.

His lips leave mine as he puts his hands under my thighs and lifts me onto the counter. My eyes roam over his body as his shirt strains against his muscles.

He stands between my legs, and as our eyes connect, I see the pure desire he has for me, and my breath catches.

No one has ever looked at me like this.

Like we’re connected by a thread, our mouths collide in a soul-burning kiss. He threads his fingers in my hair, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. Wrapping my legs around his waist to try and bring him closer, I roll my hips.

I groan when he pulls back to rip my shirt over my head, and I feel his chest rumble when his gaze lands on my bra-less breasts.

I shiver as he kisses a trail down my sensitive skin toward my breasts, my back arching under his assault.

“Yesss,” I hiss as he latches on to one of my aching nipples.

His other hand leaves my hair and slides down my body, tweaking the other nipple on its way down, and he pushes his hand into my leggings.

He groans when his hand connects with my pussy. “Sweetness, you’re already so wet for me.”

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