Her eyebrows climb in surprise.
“You want me to?—”
“I won’t tell you twice.”
I’m wound the fuck up. Seeing her here, with all of those blond curls gathered in a bun on her head, in little denim shorts and a blue T-shirt that matches her eyes, has my blood simmering. She’sso fucking beautiful,and she’s all fucking mine.
Jules tilts her head to the side as I finish drying my hands, and she reaches for the hem of her shirt, tugs it over her head, and tosses it onto the clean counter.
I lean back on the car I’ve been working on, cross my arms over my chest, and watch.
She starts to walk toward me, but I shake my head, and she stops.
“I didn’t say you could do that.”
Her pupils blow wide. Julietlovesit when I dominate her. When I’m in control. She responds to me so beautifully, so fuckingperfectly, it’s all I can do to stand here and not lift her against the wall and pound into her until neither of us knows our own name.
“You’re—”
“Take off your fucking clothes, wife.”
She fights the smile that wants to spread over her pillowy lips, unfastens her shorts, and lets them fall, stepping out of them and setting them with her shirt.
When her hands fall to her sides, I brush my finger over my lower lip and wait.
“Do you need me to finish the job for you, Wildfire?”
She swallows thickly, so fucking turned on her panties have to be soaked for me. Reaching behind her back, she unfastens her bra, and when she’s left in her pretty pink panties, I push off the vehicle and slowly walk to her, like I’m an animal stalking its prey.
“Brooks.” It’s a whisper and makes my already hard-as-fuck cock ache.
“Yes?”
“Are you okay?”
Taking her face in my hands, I lean down to brush my lips over hers and breathe her in.
“I am now. I’m going to fuck you, right here, just like last time.” Her little gasp and the way her nipples are rock hard tell me that she doesn’t hate that idea. “I’m going to feast on this pretty pussy.”
My hand glides down her stomach, under her panties, and when I cup her and feel how sopping wet she is for me, I groan.
“Fuck, Wildfire.”
“You’re the sexiest man,” she says with a sigh, her hands diving into my hair as I slide a finger inside her. “You can do whatever you want to me. I’m yours.”
“Fuck yes, you are.”
I turn her away from me.
“Hands on the counter.”
She follows directions so damn well, and pushes her ass out, inviting everything that I’m about to give her.
Hooking my fingers under the elastic at her hips, I lower the pink panties, help her step out of them, and then stuff them in my pocket.
“These are mine now.”
“Stop stealing?—”
