Falter Excerpt

Without letting go of her wrist, I stood from my chair, crowding her petite body under my height. Not that it made her cower. No. My wife stood tall with her chin high in the air, her blonde hair shining like a beacon under my shadow.
“The thing is, Olivia,” I said softly, taking the plates from her to put back on the table. “I like you pissy.” Her eyes narrowed and continued to hold mine even as I took step after step, backing her up until she bumped into the kitchen island. “Want to know why?”
“Not really,” she answered, barely getting the words out past a thick swallow.
I breathed a laugh, taunting her with my slow smile. “Because while you see your immaturity as a weakness, I see it as a reason to feel your bare ass under my palm.” The dark clouds cleared, and her eyes blazed back to life like an electrical fire. “I love when you’re a little brat, so I have the opportunity to watch your soft skin flush hot, burning red in the shape of my palm.”
“I am not a brat.”
God, I loved hearing her try to sound so strong. Her words defied me, but the breathy voice gave away how much she wanted it.
“My sweet wife,” I murmured, stroking my thumb gently along the pounding pulse at her wrist. All of it just to lure her into a sense of calm while my other hand snapped out to grip her hip hard. “You’re my brat.”

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