Page 85 of When We Burn

“Please fuck me.” The last two words are a whisper. I push inside of her, bottoming out, and take her mouth with mine, and she wraps her arms and legs around me, holding me close.

“God.” I bury my face in her neck, moving in and out of her in long, smooth strokes. “God, baby, you’re incredible. You’re so fucking amazing.”

I take one of her hands and link our fingers together, kiss her hand, and then press it to the bed just above her head. Her other hand glides down to my ass, and I havespace to look down to where we’re joined together.Fuck me. I’ve never seen anything sexier than this.

“Touch your clit, kitten.” She bites her lip, and with her eyes on mine, her hand moves from my ass to between us, and she presses her fingertips over that little nub, making her pull a sharp breath in through her nose. Her lips part into the sexiestO, and holy shit, this might have been a bad idea for my stamina. “That’s it, baby. Ah, God, that makes you clench around me even tighter. Fucking hell.”

She’s so fucking tight, soperfect, that I can feel the orgasm building in me.

But she needs to come again first.

“Rub a little harder.” I push in, pressing against her fingers with the base of my dick, and she groans. “Yes, baby, harder. Like that. God, you’re incredible.”

“Bridge,” she gasps, and I feel it happening again, the quaking and clenching, and I know that she’s so damn close. “Almost there.”

I know what she needs. I lean in, pinning her hand right where it is, and whisper into her ear, “You are the sexiest damn woman I’ve ever fucking seen. I want you to come all over me, sweetheart. Let go. Let go, baby.”

She bites my shoulder as the orgasm moves through her now, and I can’t hold back anymore. I rock into her and push my release deep inside of her heat. Every time I’m with her I think it’s the most intense orgasm of my life, but this is it.

Every muscle in my body is clenched from the ferociousness of coming inside of this woman.

“Christ,” I mutter as I roll to my side, taking her with me, not willing to pull out of her yet.

“That’s so much better than book sex,” she says, obviously somewhat orgasm drunk.

“I hope so. Jesus, I fucking hope so.” I grin at her and pull my fingers down her cheek. “You’re so beautiful, Dani.”

Her whole face softens, and she pulls my hand to her lips, pressing a sweet kiss to my palm. “So are you, Bridger.”

“I want you to believe that when I say it. Don’t brush me off, okay? Do you think I’d have a girlfriend who’s anything less than fucking perfect?”

She snorts at that, but then leans in to rub her nose against mine. “Of course, you wouldn’t.”

“I like you here, in my bed. I’m going to keep you in it as much as possible. Birdie will be sad if she can’t sleep with Pickles.”

Now she giggles, and it makes me chuckle, too.

“I’ll clean you up.” I pull away and roll out of bed, headed for the bathroom.

“Oh, you don’t have to. I can?—”

“It’s my mess. I’ll clean it up.”

I quickly rinse myself off and then wet a washcloth with warm water and return to her, thoroughly cleaning her, and then I toss the cloth into the laundry hamper.

“I’m putting pajamas on,” she informs me as she crawls out of bed and pulls shorts and a tank out of her overnight bag.

I’ll be making room for her clothes in my dresser as soon as possible.

“Good idea.” After I’ve tugged on a T-shirt and my boxer briefs, I unlock the door and crack it open in case Birdie needs me, and then pull Dani into bed with me, and wrap myself around her. “Good night, kitten.”

“’Night, Bridge.”

“I’msoexcited!” Birdie’s practically bouncing in her seat. She’s dressed in jeans and a Sidney Sterling T-shirt that matches Dani’s. Birdie’s hair is in braids, she’s wearing boots, and she’s vibrating with excitement.

It’s concert day, and my girls areready.

“I’m thrilled, too,” Dani says, smiling back at Birdie. “I can’t wait for her to sing “Life in the Slow Lane.” And her whole new album is just so good.”

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