The crazy, insane monster striped in black and red settled back. “So this is your way of tamin’ the beast, because, sugar, let me explain to you, it isn’ workin’.”
“This is my way of telling you that from the moment you walked into the room, the moment, I was wholly focused on you. It’s always like that. I don’t see other men. I don’t want them. Only you. So, Wyatt, you tell me, why isn’t it the same for you? Why don’t you see me when you walk into a room? I don’t want to be property that you possess and protect. I want you to see me, the person I am, the one who focuses on you and only you.”
There was truth in what she said. He’d felt her there in his mind. She’d been spinning with the girls, helping to teach them to have fun, but he’d already been half out of his mind because the other men in the house were around her constantly, picking up and playing with his children. His woman. His.
“Pepper, just like you can’t help bein’ needy when that biochemical builds too high in your system, I need you when whatever monster is inside of me starts to break loose.” He didn’t have any explanation for her. She was right.
She stood there, across the room from him, looking so beautiful he ached inside. He’d hurt her. He didn’t hurt women and he especially didn’t hurt his woman.
“I don’ think of you as a possession, honey, I think of you as my better half. My partner. And I need my lover before I go up in flames. So the biggest question I’ve got right now, sugar, is what are you wearin’ under that skirt and camisole? You might want to show me.”
Her eyebrow shot up. “After your mean comment on my clothes, do you think you deserve to know?”
Oh, yeah, she was his. Her eyes were soft and desire for him was there. She was wholly focused. On him. Wholly. That was another thing he loved about her.
“You’re not a woman who holds a grudge, babe. And we both know you’re wet for me, no other man, little darlin’, just for me. And you’re hot for me. I’m thinkin’ right now you wouldn’t mind my mouth between your legs. So show me the underwear.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes hooded, a little brooding, as he watched her. “And just so you know, that little attitude of yours only made me harder. You need to do somethin’ about it, so show me the damn underwear.”
Pepper tilted her head to one side, a small smile on her face. She unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. The boots lovingly shaped her legs and did amazing things to her ass, just like he knew they would. She stayed across the room from him as she turned around and showed him the sexy French-cut red panties edged with white lace that framed her butt cheeks and showed a lot of magnificent bare skin. He’d picked those out himself and they were a particular favorite. All the time she’d been hiding them under her skirt.
He didn’t bother to hide the desire flaring in his eyes. His hand dropped to his cock once again, because he needed something around all that heat. His fist was tight, but it wasn’t hot, wet silk. “The top, baby, lose the top for me.”
Both hands went up to the buttons on the front of the camisole. She took her time, slowly sliding them through the tiny enclosures. The sight of her, the time it took, mesmerized him. His mouth went dry and then just as suddenly he was flooded with the taste of her. Her scent permeated the room. Heady. Potent. Exotic. All his.
She kept her eyes on his face as she slowly unwrapped herself for him. A gift. A present. Her top slid away and there she was, her beautiful breasts, high and full, jutting out at him, nipples already taut with need. She wore only the red lace panties and those fuck-me high-heeled boots.
“I want your hair down.” He loved her hair down. “I need your hair fallin’ all around the pillow when I come inside you. I want to hear my name when you come hard. Every time you come hard.”
She smiled at him and shook her head as her hands went to her hair and she unclipped the waterfall of black silk. He loved the little strange patterns in her hair. He always found himself intrigued by them when he sat beside her. Little rosettes, but so faint a man wasn’t really certain they were there. Another thing he loved and found fascinating about her.
He crooked his finger at her. She came to him without hesitation. When she was close, she crouched down in front of him and unlaced his boots. He leaned against the wall, one hand on her bare shoulder and let her pull his boots off. The moment he touched her, heat flared between them. Electricity crackled.
Her hands slid up the columns of his thighs, sending streaks of fire straight to his groin. She hooked her fingers in his jeans and dragged them down, waiting until he stepped out of them before her hands got busy again, moving over his legs, up his calves and shins over his thighs. He felt the brush of her hair.
He slid his fist into all her glorious hair and tugged until her head came up. Her tongue had been sliding up his inner thigh and he nearly lost it. “On the bed, babe.”