Page 107 of My Best Years

“Baby…” Birdie utters, returning my attention to the angel sitting in my lap.

Baby.

God, that word coming from her lips… It single-handedly eases the fight or flight coursing through my veins.

My thoughts shift from my health to being very aware of the stunning woman straddling my waist. My eyes heat asI track the moonlight trailing down her bare breasts and torso.

Fucking hell.

She’s unbelievable. Ethereal.

Birdie leans in so close that I think she might kiss me. But she stops just before her lips brush mine.

“Everything is going to be okay,” she whispers. “Take comfort in knowing that the doctors will get to the bottom of what is happening. And once they do, you’ll be headed in the right direction.”

My lips turn up in an appreciative smile.

“Thank you, baby,” I breathe, skimming my hands up and down her ribs.

Right as my pulse starts to slow, it shoots back up when Birdie trails her pointer fingers from my chest down to the hair below my navel.

“Is your arm still bothering you?” she asks against my lips.

“A little. But not nearly as bad.”

Goosebumps cover my skin as her nails drag up to my chest.

“Can I…” she breathes, flicking her thumbs along my nipples, “help take your mind off everything? Or would you rather go back to sleep?”

“Depends,” I smirk, tugging her lower lip between my teeth. “What did you have in mind?”

“Would you rather me show you or tell you?”

My cock wakes up, filling with blood at her suggestive tone. She lets out a faint moan as my tongue peaks out to lick along the line between her lips.

“I think we’ve done enough talking for tonight.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” she grins seductively before lifting her hips and pulling down the covers separating her hips from mine.

When she lowers her naked body back to mine, my cock thickens as she presses our lips together and rubs her slick pussy against me. When her tongue dips into my mouth and strokes against mine, I reach behind her and palm both of her ass cheeks in my hands.

“Birdie Wren,” I groan between kisses as she massages her warm pussy from my base to tip, priming me with her arousal. “You need to fuck me. Right now.”

“Or what?” she taunts.

“Or I’m going to flip you over and drill you into this mattress. Fuck you until you can’t get up from this bed tomorrow.”

When she moans against my mouth and tightens her fingers in my hair, I know that’s exactly what she wants.

My dirty girl.

Before she can blink, I roll us over and position myself on top of her. I waste no time filling her to the hilt with one unyielding thrust.

“Cal!”she screams.

“Birdie Wren,” I say through clenched teeth, pulling out to the tip before pushing back in. “God, you feel so fucking good. So right.”

She reaches for the back of my head and crushes our mouths together in a searing kiss.

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