Page 37 of When We Burn

“Hell yes. Tell me I can. I promise, you’ll fuckinglove it.I’m going to make you addicted to it, sweetheart. You’ll be begging me to eat you out at every opportunity, and I’ll happily do it. I’ll spend the rest of my life on my knees for you, if that’s what you want.”

Wow, I might let him doanythingright now. “Okay.”

“If you don’t like it, just tell me to stop.” He kissesmy chin and then smiles up at me as he starts his descent down my torso, dragging his lips over my skin, his eyes full of sexy promises. “But I guarantee that you’re going to like it.”

I smile back, and then his shoulders nudge my legs wider, and I have to close my eyes because no one has been that up close and personal to that part of my anatomy.

I’m still wearing my panties, but he doesn’t seem to care. He kisses me, right over the fabric, and my hips move of their own volition, wanting more frictionright there.

“You’re already so fucking wet,” he says, dragging a fingertip up and down my slit, over the cotton of my panties. “You’re so damn ready for me, Dani. Open your pretty eyes, baby.”

I take a steadying breath and then comply, and holy cow, if he isn’t a sight, his face so close to my core, his eyes bright with lust, and his tan finger moving over my underwear.

Can a girl come like this? Because I might be able to.

“You smell like sex,” he says, and I feel my cheeks flame, and my knees want to close, but he holds me open. “Oh, I like that. I like it when you blush, and now I know that you blush everywhere.”

One hand returns to my breast, and he rolls the nipple between his fingers as he lowers his face and presses a kiss over my slit.

“I’m going to pull your panties off.” He hooks his hands into the sides of my underwear, and I lift my hipsso he can pull them down my legs. Instead of just flicking them aside, he buries his nose in them andsmells them—oh, my God!—and sets them carefully aside. “I’m keeping those.”

“What?” It’s a squeak, and it makes him chuckle. “Why?”

“I’ll replace them.” It’s not an answer, but I don’t ask again because he’s lowered his face and has started licking me, and I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. I can’t help but reach out and bury my fingers in his hair, holding on for dear life as he glides that tongue through my folds, and every nerve ending in my body is on fire. It’s a good thing I have a firefighter at my disposal. “Fuck, you’re wet, sweetheart. You taste so damn good. So fucking sweet.”

His words are just so sexy.So rough and hot, and I know without a doubt that he’s about to ruin me for all other men.

He pushes a finger over my lips, through the tender and sensitive folds of my most intimate skin, before it slips inside of me, and I swear I’m about to come apart.

“Oh, God. Bridger, I’m going to come.”

“That’s it, let go.” His lips brush over my clit, and then he sucks on it, and that’s it. I couldn’t stop the tsunami of pure sensation that moves through me if I tried. “Fuck yes, baby.”

My hips buck, my head thrashes, and I have no idea what the words are that are coming out of my mouth as I come so hard and so long that I don’t even remember my own name.

I’m vaguely aware of Bridger kissing my inner thighs, my hip, my stomach, and up the center of my chest, before he kisses my lips, and holy Moses, I can taste myself on him.

It’s not at all unpleasant.

And that one guy from my past who told me that eating out a woman was a chore or gross should be beheaded, right here and now.

At the very least, I hope he runs out of gas a lot.

Bridger leans over and fishes a condom out of his bedside table. I like that it’s a new box that he has to break into. But before he can roll it on, I cup his face in my hands.

“I have an implant,” I tell him softly. “And I haven’t had sex in…a long time. I’m clean.”

He tosses the condom away, making me chuckle.

“Are you telling me that I can take you bare?” He brushes a piece of my hair off my cheek. “Are you sure?”

“Trust, remember?”

And then he’s kissing me again, and he pulls one leg up higher against his side, and his crown isright there,nudging its way inside of me.

“Ah, baby.” His teeth are gritted, as if he’s in pain as he touches his forehead to mine. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

I take a deep breath and relax my muscles, and his free hand cups my cheek as he pushes the rest of the way inside of me, andoh, my God.

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