Page 35 of When We Burn

“Yes, please.” I lick my lips, and he goes back to work, slowly releasing each of the plastic disks, until my dress is open like a robe.

His big hands push it apart and over my shoulders,and then it’s pooled at my feet, and I’m standing before him in my pretty, matching sage green bra and panties.

“Jesus. Christ,” he whispers. His fingers aren’t quite steady as he reaches out and brushes a fingertip over my skin, just above the cup of my bra. “I’m about to lose control, Dani.”

“It’s about time.”

His eyes flare before he lifts me as if I’m weightless. “Wrap those legs around me, baby.”

I do as I’m told, and then he’s crawling onto the bed, and my back is pressed into the mattress. He lowers to his elbows and cradles my head in his hands as he continues to devour my mouth. Bridger is an excellent kisser.

Like, if it were an Olympic sport, Bridger would not only be a gold medal winner, he’d hold all the world records for all time.

His back is hard and broad and is just begging for my hands, and when they move down to his butt, I’m frustrated when I find denim.

“Not fair,” I whisper in his ear.

“What isn’t?” He brushes his nose over mine.

“Your pants.”

“You want them off?”

I nod, and he smiles.

“Tell me you want me to take my pants off, kitten.”

I bite my lip, and his thumb tugs it free.

“Tell me,” he says again.

“I want your pants off. Please.”

“I love it when you ask nicely.”

With a smug smile, he shimmies out of the jeans,leaving him in black boxer briefs that donothingto hide his erection.

I can’t help it, I gasp.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, returning to me, kissing me softly as he brushes his fingers through my hair. “I’m going to get you good and ready for me.”

I’m not worried at all.

I’m freakingexcited.

His hand has drifted to one of my breasts, and he teases my already hard nipple through the lace. Finally, he urges me to arch up so he can unclasp my bra and then tosses it aside, and his mouth closes around one nipple, tugging so hard my pussy clenches.

He growls as his hands roam farther down, gripping my hips and my thighs.

“I could worship your breasts all night.”

I moan at his sexy words, and then he’s kissing down my stomach, and I immediately clam up.

“No.”

His head shoots up, his eyes narrow, and then he’s over me once again, cradling my face in his hands, gently brushing his thumbs over my cheeks.

“Why?”

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