Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
I don’t reply. I simply stand here, over her, watching. Her nipples pucker. Her legs scissor. Her breath hitches, and her pulse jumps in her throat.
She’s so fucking gorgeous.
Finally, her fingers hook into the sides of her panties, and she works them down her hips, down her legs. Before she can fling them aside, I take them and press them to my nose, inhaling deeply.
“Fucking delicious,” I growl, then set them aside. “Those are mine now.”
“I might need them.”
“You don’t.” I reach over my shoulder and yank my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor.
Juliet’s gaze takes me in greedily. I fucking love the way this woman looks at me, as if I’m the hottest thing she’s ever seen in her life.
I unbuckle my belt and yank it through the loops of my jeans with a snap, then let it fall with a clatter to the floor.
“Do you like what you see, baby?”
“Hell yeah, I do. God, you just got … better, Brooks, and I didn’t think that was possible.”
Christ, she’s good for my ego.
With a smirk, I let my jeans fall and peel down my boxer briefs. I take her ankle in my hand and lift it to my mouth as I crawl onto the bed. I pepper kisses on her soft skin, over the ankle bone, down to the arch of her foot, and she grins.
My girl is ticklish.
“I am going to consume every amazing inch of you.” I nibble my way up her calf to the inside of her knee and lick her there, grinning against her skin when she gasps. “I’m going to pound you so hard that you’ll be begging me to stop.”
“Never.” She shakes her head and reaches for me, but I back out of range. “I want to touch you.”
“You will. Be patient, little wildfire.”
My hand glides up the outside of her thigh to her hip, then around to her mound, where my thumb brushes over her clit, making her gasp.
“Oh God.”
“He’s not here, beautiful. Just you and me. It’ll be my name you scream when you come. And you’re going to come a lot tonight.”
“Yay me.” Her voice is weak and thready, like she’s already barely hanging on by a thread. “Please.”
She wants more. She needs my thumb to press harder. She wants my mouth.
My cock.
And she’ll get them.
When I decide she’s ready for them.
“My greedy little girl. What are you begging me for, Jules?”
“You.”
I lift an eyebrow. “You can do better than that.”
“I want you to … ah, that’s so good.” My thumb is still ghosting over that hard little nub. Her hips lift, seeking more, and her cheeks have darkened. She’s fucking beautiful. “Just a little harder.”
I pull away entirely, and she groans in frustration.
“Tell me what you’re begging me for.”
“Your mouth. Your fingers.” She swallows hard and drops her head on the bed. “Your cock.”
“Which one?”
“All of them.”
With a grin, I press a wet kiss right next to her pussy, where her leg meets her core, and her hips lift again.
“There’s no need to hurry. You’re going to get everything you want, baby. But I’m going to take my time this go around. No fast fucks against the bench in my garage.”
“Brooks.”
My hand glides up her stomach, and I pinch her nipple, making her flinch and then groan.
“Yes. More of that.”
“I’m sorry, are you under the impression that you’re in charge here, Juliet?” I shake my head slowly and move to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. “Because you’re not. I am. And you’ll get what I give you.”
“You got even bossier.”
“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’m so here 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. Nothing is the same about us. Physically, emotionally. It’s all different. Not better or worse, just different. And I can’t fucking wait to rediscover every inch. To learn what makes you gasp and writhe and come undone.”