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“How about instead of being a creep and watching her, you go over there, and I don’t know, maybe talk to her?” Ford pursed his lips. “Also because I don’t want your disgusting ass around me right now.”

“Distract her family for me, yeah?” I asked.

He heaved a sigh. “Obviously.”

Ford quietly walked away from my side as I made my way over toward Kat. She blissfully continued eating and her eyes remained closed. Stopping in front of her, I simply watched for a moment. Studying this absolutely beautiful creature who was the only thing occupying my mind.

With a quick glance around, not a soul seemed to notice the two of us in this corner, so I snatched her hat off her head. Her eyes snapped open as I set it on top of mine. “Well, I get why it’s usually the girl taking the guy’s hat,” I said, attempting to get the crown down around my forehead, but with no luck.

She coughed lightly and then giggled. “You look like a dork.”

Wiggling my brows, I leaned forward. “Your dork who’s ready to accept payment whenever you are.”

“That’s not quite how it works.” She raised the fork to her lips, slipping some food between her teeth again.

“Wear the hat, ride the cowboy?” I questioned.

“Except you’re wearing my hat, and you’re not a cowboy, so I’m not doing any riding,” she replied through her mouthful.

“Fine by me. You can be my pillow princess. Just keep your eyes on mine, and take it like I know you can,” I said.

Her eyes widened, red rushing into her cheeks. “Bernie, lower your voice.” Darting her hand forward, she snatched the hat from my head and quickly shoved it back on hers.

Keeping my gaze steady with hers, the world around us disappeared. Kat stood in front of me, the quickening of each breath matching my own. What a whirlwind of desire I no longer kept locked away. I liked being blunt with her. I liked that she seemed to need me to be that blunt for her to understand it.

Her lashes fluttered over her ocean eyes. Everything in me swirled with the urge to sink my teeth into her skin. To bury my tongue between her teeth. To whisper every longing word into her ear as she moaned my name.I wanted to be able to finally unleash all of the restraint I was desperately clinging to right now.

She shoved the final bite of food into her mouth, plopped the plate down on the table beside her, and latched a hand around my wrist. “I’m still sore, but who fucking cares. I am not waiting,” she whispered.

Grinning, I willingly let her drag me across the yard. “You do realize I don’t have to actually be inside you to pleasure you,” I quietly replied as we stayed near the perimeter, avoiding disrupting the mingling to not draw attention.

Her footsteps faltered. “But…what about you?” She glanced over her shoulder, slowing.

I marched up to her side, stepping into her body, and wiggled a hand. “I’ve got two of these.”

Her breath hitched. “Or—Or I could…help out.” She twisted a toe into the grass, her boot squeaking.

“Fuck,” I groaned beneath my breath. “I will never ask, but I won’t refuse either.”

“Oh, don’t be all polite to me now. I liked the Bernie from last night,” she whispered.

“All I need is your consent,” I said, raising a brow.

She nodded rapidly. “Please.”

Without another word, I snatched her fingers and whisked her away into the house. Good thing there was some background music and chattering going on out here, because I needed her to scream my name.

Chapter 27

BERNIE

Ikicked my door shut behind me, and the frame rattled with a bang. Her tongue down my throat, my hand up her shirt, I shoved my body back against hers. My skin was as sticky as hers. I kneaded her breast in my palm, wrapped up in the feel of her fingers digging into my waist. Every inch of her figure waited for me to devour her as I shoved her against the edge of the bed.

She crashed backwards. The frame groaned as I fell on top of her. Using my thigh between her legs, I pushed her up onto the mattress while tipping away and ripping my shirt off over my head.

I would never get enough of her. Could never get enough. This would never get old, and the longing I had for her in more ways than just the simplicity of sex roared hot within me. There was more to this relationship with her than the physical divinity she was. But I certainly was not going to diminish just how incredible fucking her was in light of my desire for that deeper connection.

Her hands slid down my body, trailing across each divot and scar that I’d long since forgotten where they’d come from. Ramming my lips back against her mouth, she moaned into my kiss and bucked her hips against me.

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