Page 104 of When We Burn

“Don’t change the subject.” Her answer is breathy, and I love that she’s already turned on. Her hands move from my chest, up around my neck, and those fingers dive into my hair.

“Am I an ass man?” I nip at her earlobe, making her gasp. “Fuck, with you, I’m an everything man. Every inch of your body does it for me, sweetheart. Your ass, your tits, hell, even your eyelashes make me weak in the knees.”

“My eyelashes?” She snorts at that, and I grip her chin, tilting her face up to look at me.

“They’re dark and thick, even when you don’t wear any makeup, and when you sleep, they lay over your white skin so beautifully, it makes my heart catch. Every piece of you is fucking delectable, and I can’t get enough.”

She swallows, then licks her lips again.

“And now that you have me here, against this tree, what are you going to do with me?”

“Not even close to what I want to do to you.” I kiss her forehead, then over to her temple. “But I’m going to kiss you until you can’t remember your name and your pussy’s so wet, you’ll be begging for me.”

“Already there, Chief.”

I still, and when her eyes meet mine, they’re full of mischief and humor, and I growl deep in my throat as I cup her face in my hand.

“Oh, kitten. You know better.”

She bites her lower lip, and I tug it out of her teeth with the pad of my thumb and then rub the digit over her rosy skin, back and forth, watching as those gorgeous eyes of hers dilate.

“Now, you know that I don’t want you to call me that.”

She nods slightly.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, I know.” Her voice is breathy, and the fact that this game turns her on is the only fucking aphrodisiac I need in my life.

“And that means that you get to be punished.”

She swallows hard and moves to bite her lip again, but once again, I tug it free.

“And I know just the thing.”

“You do?” The question is whispered.

“Oh, yeah. I do. You wore these jeans knowing that they would make me crazy. And this flannel shirt isn’t even buttoned all the way to the top, so I can see the tank you’re wearing beneath it. And if I slip my hand inside…”

I do, and moan when I find her nipples already hard.

“That’s what I thought. You’re already turned the fuck on. Does taunting me do it for you, kitten?”

“It’s fun.” It’s a confession, and she tips her head back and lets out a soft moan when I pinch her nipple a little harder. “God, that’s good.”

“And how are things down here?” I glance around and see that no one’s around and then unbutton her jeans and slip my hand inside. Dani moans when I slip afinger through her folds. “Jesus fuck, sweetheart, you’re soaked.”

“Always,” she says on a sigh. “You exist, and I’m wet. That’s just how it seems to work.”

“And I fucking love it.” Her clit is hard under the pad of my finger, and I move my lips down to her throat. “I. Can’t. Get. Enough of you.”

She whimpers, and my finger leaves the hard nub, moving down to her entrance, and when it slips inside, that whimper turns into a moan.

“Shh.”

“This isn’t really a punishment,” she says against my shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, it is. Because there are people twenty yards away, picking apples, and someone could walk up on us at any time.”

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