Page 21 of Burn it Down
I can’t with how reckless I feel right now.
My hand finds her knee and then creeps higher up her thigh. My breath catches when she shudders, just slightly, but enough that I feel her instinctively part her legs, allowing me better access.
“Good girl,” I murmur, fingers trailing over the damp heat pressed against her worn, thin jeans. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.”
She gasps as I rub her gently through the fabric, and her forehead presses harder against mine.
“You’re so wet for me,” I breathe, dragging my mouth down to her neck. “All this just for me?” I smile because she’s speechless.
I can’t take it. I knew I wouldn’t be able to. I’m in a frenzy lifting her up and pulling her jeans down enough that I can push the thin fabric of her panties aside and slide one finger inside of her wet heat.
She moans into my shoulder, clinging to my jacket.
“You’re so fucking tight for me, baby,” I groan, moving my hand slowly, savoring the way her body grips me. “Are you going to be able to take my cock? Are you going to take it like a good girl for me?”
Lakynn doesn’t answer because I don’t give up on pleasuring her. I don’t let up or give her a second to try and stave off her release. I want her to come for me and I want it now. Her hips grind down against my palm as I circle her clit with my thumb.
“Give me what I want, Lake,” I demand, and that’s all it takes. She comes undone quietly, breath hitching, eyes squeezed shut, body shaking as she cums all over my finger.
I pull it out of her and lick it clean, my eyes locked on hers the entire time.
“I’d die to taste you again,” I mutter, dropping to my knees between her thighs.
I spread her open, dragging my tongue up the length of her bare pussy. She cries out because she’s too sensitive. It’s too much, but I don’t care. I need more. I need everything she’s got.
My girl grabs my hair and pulls me back.
“I can’t,” she whispers. “Not again. It’s too much.” Her legs are shaking and the look of innocent surprise in her eyes tells me that she’s never had an orgasm like this.
I press a kiss to her inner thigh, groaning softly.
She tastes like everything I never deserved. My whole body aches with the need to stay there, to worship her until she forgets every second she spent angry at me for leaving.
I see the way she’s shivering. It’s not just from overstimulation, but the cold. I’d rather die than make her uncomfortable. I settle my hands on her thighs, thumbs brushing her skin. I kiss her knee. Her hip. The inside of her leg.
Then I stand again, slowly, because she looks so beautiful laid out before me. My lips find her cheek, then her temple. Then I rest my forehead against hers as I see snow falling in thick, soft flakes through the window behind her.
“Baby, I need you to know something,” I whisper, “I was without you once. I’m not about to let you out of my sight ever again.”
She exhales shakily. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my coat.
I can feel her breaking, letting her guard down just like I already have.
But then my gaze drops to her wrist. A bruise. Small, dark, but unmistakably a fingerprint so rough that it left a mark behind. My stomach knots.
I grab her arm gently, turning it so I can see better.
"Who did this to you?" My voice is low.
She pulls back slightly, but I don’t let go.
"Lakynn." My grip tightens. "Who did this?"
She doesn’t answer.
"Tell me." My jaw clenches.
Finally, she whispers, "Dad. When I refused to put the ring on. He grabbed me."
