Burned Hearts (Burned 3)

numental statement that was for Dane to make.

“You really deserve some sort of reward for all that you’ve done,” I told him. “For all that you’ve sacrificed. That’s why I wanted to do something for you, Dane. I wanted to give you something. But what do you give the amazing man who has everything?”

“Are you pregnant again?”

The spark of hope in his eyes lit my insides. And my heart skipped a few beats.

“Would you mind?”

“Are you kidding? I was thinking another two or three or four would be just fine.”

My eyes bulged. “Four more?” I wasn’t sure how I felt about that many kids. Luckily, I didn’t have to dissect that conundrum at the moment. But I did say, “I would love to have a daughter. Have a real relationship with her, you know? Not the atrocious one I have with my own mother.”

“Oh, God.” He grunted. “Not her again.”

“Yeah, my thoughts exactly. Believe me, she’s the last person I want to discuss right now. And for the record, no, I’m not pregnant. That would be like one of the quickest conceptions in the history of the world.”

“I’ve always been an overachiever,” he said with a cocky grin.

“I’m well aware of that—and the fact that your arrogance knows no bounds. But currently, stud, you haven’t knocked me up a second time.”

“Hmm. I’ll have to work on that then.”

He made a move to roll over and position himself between my legs, but I pressed a hand to his chest.

“Just wait. I’m not done.”

His lips brushed mine and he murmured, “Can you make it quick? I have a lot of lost bedroom time to make up for.”

My stomach fluttered. “Glad to see that’s a top priority for you.”

“Never doubt it.”

He kissed me. Seductively. Enticingly. Igniting a slow burn that spread outward from my core, making my inner thighs quiver and my pussy thrum. Need and excitement rippled through me as his tongue slid over mine, curling and teasing.

My hand shifted from his pecs and threaded through his hair. I pressed my body to his, wishing I’d bypassed the satin nightgown so I could feel his skin against mine.

Dane’s thoughts apparently mirrored mine, because he fisted the material close to my knee and gathered the long, full skirt on one side and pushed it up to my waist. His fingers skimmed over the front of my lacy thong and my hips jerked in silent demand for him.

His mouth left mine and skated along my neck, down to the tops of my breasts, where he left feathery kisses that teased me further.

“I love how you taste,” he whispered. “Not just here.”

He moved lower. His fingers twined in the thin strands of my panties and he gave a yank, so that I raised my butt.

“These are nice, but they have to go.” He dragged the lace down my legs and tossed the lingerie aside. Then his lips swept over my flesh, up the inside of one thigh, and to my sex.

His warm breath blew across my dewy folds, making me squirm. I spread my legs wider for him. He wedged his large frame in the vee I created and his head dipped, his mouth grazing my cleft.

“Dane,” I muttered as I clasped his shoulder. “Make me come.”

His tongue flitted over my clit, lightning quick. A moan fell from my lips as a searing sensation blazed through me. He tugged on my sensitive flesh with his mouth.

“Oh, God.” My eyelids grew heavy. All previous thoughts fled my mind. “That’s so good.”

He used the pads of his thumbs to massage my folds, then the tip of his tongue flickered against that knot of nerves once more. I writhed beneath him as exhilaration raced through me.

I held him close with my hand still on his shoulder and the fingers of my other hand buried in his thick hair. My hips lifted and I pressed myself to his mouth as he skillfully licked and then deeply suckled.