Page 92 of When We Burn

“Damn right.” He hits his knees, and his mouth is on me, sending me straight into a climax so hard and fast, I see stars. “This is mine, Dani.Mine.Fuck, do you have any idea how hot you are in this skirt? I’ve wanted to fuck you in it for weeks.”

“I’ll wear it more often.” I groan and then gasp when he pushes his tongue inside of me. My thighs rest on his shoulders, and my ass is off the counter, in the air as he plunders me with that magical mouth, and all I can do isbrace myself on the countertop with my hands. “Oh, God.”

“My name is the only one you’ll cry out when I’m fucking you, kitten. Do you understand me?”

He’s sointense.As if he’s proving a point, but he doesn’t have to.

I already know.

I’m so in love with him, I can’t see anyone else.

“Bridger.” My hips are moving against his mouth, the sound of my desire for him loud and almost obscene in the complete quiet. “Inside me. Please.”

He kisses my inner thigh, and then I’m in his arms again, and he’s moving us to the couch, where he sets me down and starts taking off his clothes.

“Lie back,” he says through gritted teeth.

“I’m still dressed?—”

“Lie. The fuck. Back.”

I’ve never seen this side to him before. This animalistic, out-of-control version of Bridger that intrigues me and has me on edge at the same time.

As he yanks off his clothes, I do what he wants, lying on my back on the cushions of the couch, still fully dressed.

When he’s naked, he reaches under my skirt and pulls my panties off, tossing them over his shoulder, and then he crawls over me, nestles the head of his cock against my entrance, and pins me in his gaze.

“I’ll remind you as often as it takes that you’re mine.” He thrusts inside me so hard, so deep, that I gasp with the twinge of pain, and then he starts to move, and it’sabsolutely amazing.“If you need a ride, you callme.If I’m not available, I’ll find someone for you.”

I swallow hard, my eyes pinned to his. I couldn’t look away from him if I tried.

“Do you understand?”

I nod.

“Use your fucking words, sweetheart.”

“I understand.” I groan when he hits that perfect spot that lights me up inside. “I’m yours, Bridge. I promise.”

My words ignite something in him because he suddenly buries his face in my neck and growls, and I can feel him start to come inside of me, and it sends me over on another wave of absolute bliss.

He’s shuddering over me, inside of me, breathing hard, and I can’t help but run my hands down his back, up his sides, soothing him.

“I’m yours,” I keep repeating to him, whispering words of comfort. “Only yours.”

Finally, he takes one long, deep breath and then rises up on his elbows, brushing my hair off my cheeks with his thumbs.

“Did I hurt you?” He gently kisses my swollen lips. “Was I too rough, baby?”

“No.” Unable to stop touching him, I drag my fingertips down his cheek. “I loved it.”

He cocks an eyebrow at that. “Yeah? What else do you love?”

My heart stutters. I’ve never told anyone but my siblings and Bee that I love them.

“I can start,” he says, whispering against my cheek. “I love the sound of your name on my lips.”

Oh, God.

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