Page 107 of When We Burn

“Shit, you look good with my cock on your lips.”

She smiles, just a half smile, and then she starts to go to work. There are no more slow strokes up and down, no more gentle licks. My girl’s hands tighten on my shaft, and she starts to suck.

I can’t help it. My hands dive into her hair, and I hold on as she unleashes herself on me. I know she’s sexy, she turns me on with every move she makes, but this pushes my need for her into a completely different stratosphere.

My hips can’t help but move with her,and when she moves one hand down to cup my balls, I start to lose my mind.

“Baby, I’m going to…ah, fuck me, I’m gonna come. If you don’t want?—”

But she doesn’t stop. If anything, this vixen works harder, and sucks every last drop down her throat, lapping at the last drops on the tip.

“You were saying?”

“Fuuuck.” I laugh and brush her hair off her cheeks. I stand and pull her into my arms, marching for the bedroom. “You. Me. Bed. All fucking night.”

Rolling over out of a dead sleep, I reach for Dani, who isn’t in my arms the way she usually is when I wake up, and come up empty.

The bed is cool where she was, and a quick scan of the room tells me that she’s not here.

She’s also not in the bathroom.

After the energetic night we just had, I figured we’d both sleep until noon today.

Resigned to getting up, I pull on some sweats and pad out to the kitchen, then lean my shoulder against the wall, cross my arms over my chest, and take her in.

Not only is Dani in the kitchen, but she’s wearing nothing but my T-shirt. Her hair’s up in a twist on her head, and her hips move back and forth in time with the song playing on her phone, which is on the island.

I didn’t plan on her. I didn’t plan on opening up myself or my daughter to anyone, ever. We were doing just fine by ourselves.

But I also didn’t plan on Dani moving back home and stealing the breath from my lungs. Yeah, I’ve wanted her for a long time, but I didn’t think I’d have her.

And now that she’s here, I’m never letting her go.

She spins to grab an oven mitt, and when she sees me standing here, she doesn’t startle.

She smiles.

My kitten fucking smiles.

“Hey.” She licks her finger, watching me as I push away from the wall and stalk toward her. “I was hungry.”

“I am, too.” My eyes move from her head to her bare toes and back again. “What do you have on under my shirt, sweetheart?”

Dani smirks and turns to pull something out of the oven, bending over, giving me a view of her gorgeous little pussy.

“I made a quiche,” she says, and tries to turn, but I’m right behind her, and I press her back to my front. “I thought you were hungry.”

“I am.” Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lower my lips to her neck and press a damp kiss there, grinning when goose bumps rise on her flesh. “I’m fucking starving.”

“This only has to cool for about ten minutes.”

“Hmm. I might need just a little longer than that.”

“Quiche isn’t good cold.” She moans and tips herhead back against my shoulder as my hands dive under the shirt, over her warm skin. “Bridger.”

“I have something else in mind for breakfast.”

I pick her up and carry her around to the other side of the island and set her down.

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