My gaze dropped down her body, a slow caress as I pictured her spread out in the chair, my mouth on her cunt. And then her on her knees, staring up at me like I was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
“I’ve been handling some things pretty damn well, I think,” I said, my voice a low rasp that didn’t allow for any misinterpretation.
“Control yourself, jackass,” she said, though my nickname sounded a hell of a lot more affectionate than it used to. And there was no mistaking the rosy tint to her cheeks.
“I’ve got good ideas besides how to make you come,” I whispered in her ear then expertly dodged the smack she aimed at my stomach. With a laugh, I said, “Honey sticks? Me. Laurel on the farm? Also me. Pricing your jam at triple your usual cost andstill selling out? All me.”
“Settle down, Linc. We’re not going to be able to fit all these groceries in the house if your head keeps growing.”
A slow grin spread across my mouth. “You are an expert at that, aren’t you, wife?”
“Would you stop?” she hissed, glancing back at me as she strode into the produce aisle. “Go grab me a bottle of ginger peach iced tea and quit acting like a middle school boy.”
I flashed her a grin and a wink, but I did as she asked, strolling to the end cap a few aisles down and grabbing three teas since they were her favorite. When I made it back into the produce aisle, I spotted her right away in front of the eggplants.
And beside her? JeffI thought about asking him to build me a tubMorris. Enemy Number One.
He was gesturing to a particularly large specimen like he was about to give a TED Talk on phallic-shaped produce.
My jaw clenched. My eye twitched.
This motherfucker.
Willa was laughing—laughing—and I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I didn’t need to. There was one reason and one reason only a man stood that close while making hand gestures at eggplants. He sure as fuck wasn’t talking about dinner.
Before my brain could talk me out of it, I stalked over and dropped the bottles of tea into the cart. Then I stepped up behind Willa and slid my hand over her stomach, tugging her gently but firmly back into me. She stiffened for half a second, but then she relaxed against me like it was exactly where she belonged.
“Believe me,” I said, voice deceptively calm as I met Jeff’s eyes. “She knows all about good eggplants. I make sure of it.”
Willa sputtered and glanced back at me with awhat the fucklook, and Jeff just froze, eyes wide, his entire face flaming pink.
“Oh, um, definitely,” he said, clearing his throat. “Yeah, I was just telling Willa the selection’s really good this year…”
“Whatever you say.” I sent him a grin that was less invitation and more threat. “Let us know if you need a recipe.”
He gave us a tight-lipped smile before slinking off with his giant eggplant in his basket.
What a tool.
Willa turned slowly, her eyes narrowed. “Did you seriously justgrowlat someone over an eggplant?”
“It wasn’t over an eggplant, Willa. He was talking about his dick.”
She scoffed. “Only you would think that.”
“Because I’m right. I’m a guy, hellcat. Believe me, I know when another dude is trying to get hiseggplanthandled.”
“You are absolutelyridiculous.” With a glare, she stalked off, her ass jiggling in the most tantalizing way and making me want to drop to my knees right here and bite it.
Probably not what she was going for, but I took what I was dealt. And I was dealt a feisty wife with a killer ass and tits for days. She was dealt a husband who was deceptively sweet but actually possessive as hell when it came to her.
And I refused to apologize for it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
WILLA
Once we were backat the silo, we unloaded the groceries in silence. Tight, blistering silence. The tension between us was thick, practically tangible.
