Page 56 of When We Burn

I laugh and kiss her head as our food is delivered.

“Probably not, but we might get to listen to her sing.”

The look on her face is so stunned, so full of absolutejoy, it makes me laugh again.

“Dad! She’s ourfavorite!”

“I know, baby.” And I hope that we can make it work. Because it would be an awesome thing for the community.

But damn, it makes me nervous.

Chapter Ten

DANI

Saturday mornings are my favorite. I take time to linger over my coffee before I clean my house and tidy things up, and then I go outside to mow my grass and pull some weeds. I even let Pickles outside on a leash. She loves to nap in the sunshine, all curled up and adorable on the rug on my porch. I was so nervous to keep her, but now I can’t imagine my life without the sweet feline.

I’ve just finished mowing the strip of grass by my driveway when I see Bridger’s truck turn onto our street, and he parks in his driveway. When he steps out of the truck, he glances my way, does a double take, and then marches straight for me.

This man is just …delicious.

He’s in jeans that mold around his thighs perfectly and a blue T-shirt with sleeves tight over his biceps and chest, making me sigh and my lady bits quiver withhappiness. His jaw is set as he walks—no,strides, my way, as if he’s a man on a mission.

And I do believe that I’m that mission.

Yay me!

“Good morning,” I say.

“Come here.” He takes my hand in his and doesn’t stop walking. He just pulls me with him, straight into my garage, and when we’re far enough in so that no one driving past could see us, he frames my face in his hands and kisses me like a man starving for his next breath.

I hear the door closing, and the only light coming in is from the narrow windows along the top of the wide door. He must have pushed the garage door opener. And the next thing I know, Bridger has me pushed against my SUV, one of his legs pressed between my own, rubbing on my already hot cleft, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips as he sinks into me. Just this, and my body isalive.Burning for this man that’s so big, so strong, so sexy. He smells so divine that I’m immediately lost to him, and I can’t get close enough.

With one hand fisted in my hair, he tugs my head back farther, and those amazing lips slip down to my chin, making me shiver.

“God, I’ve fucking missed you,” he growls against me. His muscles are taut, straining against his shirt, and I could just bite him. “Everything about you. You’re all I think about. And you’re right here, across the street, but it’s too fucking far away.”

My hands fist in his shirt, and I tug it up, needing to see his skin, and Bridger leans back long enough to helpme get it up and off him. Oh, this man’s chest and arms. Those colorful tattoos, the muscles beneath them.

“I never get tired of this view.”

“Your turn,” he says, reaching for my own T-shirt. I’m wearing the one he let me borrow last week. “I fucking love it when you wear my shit. But it’s even more miraculous when I get you out of it. I want to see these amazing fucking curves, kitten.”

“Birdie?”

“At a party.”

I grin before leaning in to press my lips to his chest, and I can feel the rumble of his moans before he kisses the top of my head. His fingers make quick work of my bra clasp, and then the material is falling down my arms and cast aside.

“In thegarage?” I ask with a laugh, but I don’t want him to stop.

“Too impatient,” he replies before his mouth is on mine again. His fingers unclasp my denim shorts, and they pool around my feet. “Christ, I want you. I never stop wanting you.”

“I’m right here.”

His hot eyes whip up to mine, and I boldly reach out to unfasten his jeans as he toes off his shoes, and I work the denim down his hips until he can step out of them. He’s only in his boxer briefs now, his hard length straining against the cotton.

“Your body isinsane,” I inform him, not shy at all about looking my fill in the dim light. “Jeez, Bridge, do you even eat?”

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