I hate myself for it, but Ineedher.
Every bit of her.
I tug her shirt up out of her shorts, and she immediately lifts her arms, giving me consent to remove her clothes. That’s all I need to know that she wants this as much as I do.
“Jesus, Wildfire,” I mutter against her lips as I unfasten her bra, and it falls down her arms. Cupping her breasts, I tip my forehead against hers, and when my thumbs brush over her already hard nipples, my cock strains against my jeans. “Tell me to stop now. If you don’t want me inside you, you need to say so, Juliet.”
“Don’t stop.” Her voice is breathy and full of need, full of lust, and it’s exactly what I need to hear.
And I’m suddenly as angry as I am turned on.
Because I’ve needed her forfifteen motherfucking years.And I hate her for it.
I hate her, and I can’t walk away from her.
I can’t look at her face, in her sweet blue eyes, so I twirl her around and plant her hands on the edge of the counter, making her bend over at the waist.
“Hold on,” I say, my voice hard and gruff. “Don’t you fucking let go.”
She nods, but I pinch her nipple, making her gasp.
“Words, Juliet.”
“I won’t let go.”
I bite her shoulder as I circle behind her, unfasten her shorts, and let them fall around her ankles. She’s left standing there in nothing but little yellow panties. She’s panting, her face is flushed, her hair is a mess from my fingers. I didn’t even realize I’d messed it up.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I squat behind her and hook my fingers in her panties, pulling them down her legs, exposing her gorgeous ass and pussy to me. “You’re more beautiful than I remember, and I didn’t think that was possible.”
She whimpers, and her head falls forward when I drag a finger through her already sopping slit.
“I’m not going to think about how many men have been here since me. Because if I think about it, I’ll fucking kill someone.”
“Brooks—”
I push two fingers inside her, making her gasp and rock forward. She’s tight, so fucking tight. Her walls squeeze the hell out of my fingers, making my already hard cock strain. Pulling them out, I lean in and swipe my tongue from her clit to her entrance and back again, and she cants her hips back, seeking more.
“You want my tongue inside this pretty pussy, Jules?”
“Yes. Please.”
“I like it when you ask for it.” I fuck her with my tongue and my fingers, driving her out of her mind. She’s falling apart, screaming, when I push my thumb against her hard clit and make her come so hard, I’m quite sure she can’t remember her own fucking name.
But she sure knows mine because she’s screaming it right now.
“Brooks! Holy fucking shit.”
“That’s right. It’s me, Wildfire.” Standing, I keep one hand on her cunt and unfasten my jeans with the other. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, it almost pisses me off.”
I notch my weeping cock at her entrance and push inside her, bottoming out, making us both groan.
“Mine,” I whisper as I pull back and then slam back in, hard and unyielding. I’m not in any way making love to this woman. I’m fucking her. I’m reminding her who belongs here. And then a tiny patch of ink on her left side, over her rib cage, catches my eye and my hips stop moving as my thumb brushes over it.
She’s gone perfectly still.
I narrow my eyes and lean closer, and in perfect writing, it says,his wildfire.There’s the outline of a flame at the very end.
It’s simple.
