Page 109 of When We Burn

I press against her clit harder, crook my finger to brush over her G-spot, and when she starts to shake, I pull away.

“Arrgh, Bridger!”

“I told you.” I kiss the inside of her thigh. “Call me Chief, and there are consequences.”

“What can I call you, then? Daddy’s out.”

I narrow my eyes at her, but I actually don’t hate that one.

“No.” She shakes her head. “Birdie calls you that. There’s an ick factor there.”

“Point taken.”

Her hand is combing through my hair, and I stand and push inside of her once again, making both of us groan.

“God, nothing feels like you do.” I cup her face, and she takes my thumb into her mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful. So perfect for me, sweetheart.”

“Swoony,” she whispers, her eyelids lowering halfway as I fuck her here on this island. “I love your body. Your muscles. The way you watch me when we’re like this.”

“Like what?” I kiss her chin. “How do I watch you?”

“Like you love me.”

“Baby.” I cover her mouth with mine and sink into her, still moving in and out of her, even harder now. “I love you so much I ache with it.”

Tears form in the corners of her eyes, and I feel that buildup happening inside of her again, and this time, there will be no stopping it.

“Come for me, Dani.”

She groans, bites my lip, and clenches around me.

“Yes, baby. That’s it.”

“God, love,” she pants, gripping me so tightly she’ll leave marks.

“I’m going to come, and you better go with me.” My words are rough against her lips, and then we’re both flying, soaring through the orgasm of the goddamn year.

“Holy moly.” She drags her hand down my face. “Wow.”

“Yeah.” I grin and kiss her cheek. “Wow.”

“We’re good at the kitchen sex.”

“A man’s gotta eat.”

Chapter Twenty

DANI

“Okay, we’re going to measure the sugar,” I say to Birdie, who’s standing on her stool, her adorable apron tied around her middle, ready to help. “We need four whole cups.”

“That’s not enough sugar,” she says, making Mama Blackwell laugh.

“She’s got such a sweet tooth,” Mama says as she washes out a bowl for us to reuse. “Just like her grandma.”

“I admit, so do I. We try to limit the amount of sugar that we keep in this house, otherwise, I’d eat it all. Good job, Birdie.”

“These apples are nice and soft,” Mama says, stirring the mixture on the stovetop.

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