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What can I really say to that? It’s not as if Iwantedto leave Bridger. Tonight has been the best night of my life. I’ve felt valued, listened to, and he freaking worshipped every inch of my body. I’ve never stayed for round two—never believed I was wanted that badly, and honestly, no one has ever invited me to stay. And yet, he still wants more. Not going to lie, that makes me feel incredible. This stunning, kind, sexy god in front of me, who I’ve crushed on for years, wants me.

I set Pickles on the couch and turn to see him watching me, as if he’s waiting for me to make the next move.

The ball is in my court.

“I could use a shower.”

His lips tip up in a relieved smile. “We can make that happen.”

Chapter Seven

BRIDGER

Idon’t remember the last time I felt this content. This relaxed.Or, I admit, this damn smug.

Dani’s curled up around me, draped over me with bare skin, sleeping soundly. And she should be. I woke her up just two hours ago to fuck her again because she was in my arms, just like this, and I couldn’t resist her.

How could anyone resist her?

And how is it possible that anyone lucky enough to be in Dani’s bed never had their mouth on her? Don’t get me wrong, the thought of another fucker’s hands or mouth anywhere near this woman makes me feral, but what a bunch of absolute idiots. She’s so fucking amazing she takes my breath away. Soft, warm skin, breasts that beg for my hands, and a pussy so damn delicious, I know that I’ll never get my fill of her. The noises she makes, the way she clutches my hair in her fists, Jesus, everything about her is just…fuck.

Even now, the mere feel of her, skin on skin, has my cock thickening, but I drag my hand down my face and mentally tell it to calm the fuck down. She needs to rest, and I need coffee.

Gently, I slide out from under her and nudge my pillow against her, smiling when she hugs it close and nuzzles that gorgeous face into it, sighing back into sleep.

Dani Lexington is every fucking fantasy I’ve ever had in my life, and she’s finally in my bed.

I plan to keep her there as much as possible, which won’t be nearly enough, given that I have a five-year-old, but we’ll figure it out. I wasn’t kidding when I told her that staying away from her isn’t a damn option for me.

After tugging on some sweats and a tank, I pad out to the kitchen and get a pot of coffee going. Pickles is curled up, sleeping on the couch as if she’s lived here all her life. When I walk over to pet her, she stretches, blinks at me, and then turns in a circle to go back to sleep.

“Get used to this,” I whisper to her before returning to the kitchen. I usually drink my coffee on the deck, on the rare days that Birdie and I aren’t rushing to get out the door, and I wonder if Dani would like to have breakfast out there today. I have stuff for pancakes and bacon, and I even have some fresh fruit that I picked up the other day.

I’ll give her a while to sleep, and then I’ll ask her. The great thing about today is, there’s no agenda. Neither of us has anywhere to be, my daughter is well taken care of by my sister, and Dani and I can justbe.

I’ve just poured myself some coffee when Ihear bare feet on the hardwood, and when I turn, my tongue glues itself to the roof of my mouth.

Holy fucking Christ.

Dani’s rubbing her sleepy eyes, and her dark hair falls around her shoulders, messy from my fingers and bed. Those pouty lips are swollen, and I can’t wait to taste them again.

But that’s not what’s rendered me speechless.

She’s in my fucking Bitterroot Valley Fire Department T-shirt. The arms fall to her elbows, and the hem to mid-thigh. Her legs and feet are bare, and fuck me if my heart doesn’t kick into overdrive and my cock isn’t instantly begging for her.

“Good morning,” she says, her voice raspy.

She blinks at me, and I can’t speak yet.

“Bridge? Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I clear my throat and set my mug aside. “Sorry. You’re in my shirt.”

She looks down at herself and bites her lip. “I found it in your drawer. It’s comfy. Really soft. Is it old?”

“Yeah.” I swallow hard and step toward her. “And I didn’t say you could borrow it.”

Let’s be honest, I’ll give her anything she wants, but first, I’m going to fuck her here in my kitchen.

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