Chapter 35

• Sadie couldn’t stop gigglin’. Not when Beau’s big hands squeezed her bare ass so tight her thighs quivered around his hips. Not when he braced her weight with one arm and snagged the last piece of bacon off the plate with the other, poppin’ it into his mouth before she could snatch it first.
• She tried anyway — nipped at his fingers, tongue draggin’ over his knuckle just to see if she could make him grunt like that again. She did — rough and mean, the sound buried in his throat when her teeth scraped soft at the pad of his thumb.
• “Keep lickin’ me like that, Bug—” he growled, voice all grit and syrup sweet as he backed them toward the sink, her perched in his arms like she weighed nothin’. “Ain’t gonna be breakfast you’re tastin’. You hear me?”