My inability to keep my hands to myself had started because I couldn’tnottouch her. Because every time I looked at her—flushed from the sun, her cheeks freckled and rosy, her full lips twitching in the way that said she was holding back a bark of laughter—made me want to wrap a hand around the back of her neck, tug her into me, and kiss the ever-loving shit out of her.
And then keep her. Right there, just like that.
That was how itstarted.
But once I’d seen Willa’s reaction to all those subtle touches—the hitches in her breath, the way she swayed slightly closer to me, then how much sharper her sass got when it was clear her body was wound too tight to think straight?
Well. Then it became a game I was all too willing to play.
She’d been simmering by midafternoon, surly by early evening, and downright seething by sundown. And now?
Now, she was stomping into the silo like a woman one breath away from combusting, and I was all too willing to light the match just to see how hot she burned.
Whistling, I strolled inside behind her, the rest of the crates stacked in my arms. After setting them down, I stretched my back and groaned, then headed to the sink and took my sweet-ass time washing my hands.
Meanwhile, she stormed around the kitchen like a pissed-off teenager—jerking drawers open, slamming cabinets, and scrubbing invisible stains off the countertop.
After drying my hands, I leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, and enjoyed the show.
My wife was about three minutes away from cracking. And I wasn’t just going to sit by and watch—I was going to make sure sheshattered.
I pushed off the counter and stepped up behind her, my hands settling on the island to bracket her hips. Leaning down, I skimmed my nose up the column of her neck, then pressed a kiss below her ear.
“You good, wife?” I murmured, just loud enough to carry over the sound of her violently reorganizing the silverware drawer.
She stiffened her spine before slowly turning to glare at me over her shoulder. “Fine.”
I barely smothered a laugh at her curt response, but somehow I managed. “Really? You don’t seem fine.”
Eyes narrowed, nostrils flared, and mouth pinched tight, she turned around and gave me the full force of her ire. “You’re mistaken. I’m great.”
She saidgreatlike most people would saydead.
“You sure?” I placed my hands on her hips and slipped my thumbs beneath the hem of her T-shirt, brushing soft circles against her skin. “You seem a little…tense.”
“And you seem like you’re three seconds away from being murdered.”
This time, I couldn’t stop the smile from sweeping across my mouth. She was so goddamn cute like this—all pissed off and horny. My demonic little ball of fury.
“It looks to me like you’re a bit worked up. Like maybe you’ve got some energy you need help…releasing.”
She opened her mouth—no doubt to toss back something scathing—before she snapped it closed and narrowed her eyes. Not in a pissed-off way, but like she was studying me. I could practically see her wheels turning, no doubt replaying the entire day, and then that pissed-off demeanor turned downright deadly.
“Oh, I see,” she said, her voice deceptively calm. “You wanted to play a game today. But it’ll have to wait because I’m late for a date in the shower with my battery-operated friend.”
That got my attention.
My grin dropped. My cock did not.
Images of her inside the tiny little shoebox made up of tile slammed into me, each one hotter than the last. Her, leaning back into the corner, one leg up on the ledge, while she held a silicone toy against her clit. Then it flashed to her holding the detachable showerhead there instead. In both fantasies, her head was tossed back, her tits full and pushed out like anoffering, nipples tight and begging for my mouth as she got herself where she needed to go. While I was nowhere in sight.
No.Fuckno.
If she wanted to get off while we were married, I’d give her exactly what she needed.
“You’re not taking a shower,” I said, voice rough.
Willa huffed out an incredulous breath. “The hell I’m not. I’m taking one right now. And that’snotan invitation.”
