“You have no fucking idea just how bossy I can be, baby. But you’re about to learn.”
Chapter Fifteen
JULIET
He’s trying to kill me.
Death by vagina.It’s honestly not a bad way to go, but I want him to touch me, and he’s holding back.
His eyes, however, are on fire, and he’s watching me like he wants to do unspeakable, dirty, depraved things to me, and I’msohere for it.
That fast, angry fuck in the garage? It was hot. It confused me, and I ran from it, but in the heat of the moment, holy hell.
But I have a feeling it’s going to pale in comparison to what he’s going to do to me tonight.
“You’re thinking too much,” he mutters and pinches my nipple again, making me squirm. The pain subsides into an ache that makes me want to beg for more.
“Just about you,” I reply, and that earns me a smile.I love it when he smiles at me.
“That’s a good answer.” He nips at my shoulder, and then over to my collarbone. “Jesus, you’re beautiful, baby.”
“I’m not as?—”
“Don’t compare yourself to before,” he says, shaking his head as he kisses my cheek. “We were kids then.Nothingis the same about us. Physically, emotionally. It’s all different. Not betteror worse, just different. And I can’t fuckingwaitto rediscover every inch. To learn what makes you gasp and writhe and come undone.”
His fingers ghost up my inner thigh, and I whimper.
“What makes that hot as fuck little noise come out of your perfect mouth.”
God, his words are so filthy, so damn everything.
“One thing that hasn’t changed,” he continues as he kisses and licks his way up my throat to my ear. “This pussy was made for me. Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.”
I arch up into his hand, and cup his face as he moves over to kiss me, his tongue slips between my lips and slides over mine, making me groan as his fingertips brush over my clit, making electricity burst through me.
“Brooks,” I moan against his lips.
“Yes, baby.”Fuck, his fingers are magical.
“I need you.”
His eyes find mine. He moves over me, nudges his way between my legs, resting his thick, heavy cock against my sopping-wet slit. Bracing his weight on his elbows, he brushes my hair away from my face.
“Where?”
I reach between us, but he captures my wrist, kisses my palm, and holds my hand over my head.
“Where do you need me, Wildfire?”
Wildfire.God, I love that name, and I missed him calling me that. It makes me feel bolder. Stronger.
“Inside me. I need you inside me, okay? Please.”
“I’m going to fuck you without a condom.”
“Great. Fine. Justdo it.”
He growls, pulls his hips back, and lines the head of his cock against my entrance. We both watch as he pushes his crown inside me, and I bite my lip.
