hips and arched into me, rocking and sliding her slick folds along the underside of my cock.
On the heels of a deep breath, I adjusted the angle of my hips and sank home into the heart of her. My forehead fell to hers as her snug channel pulsed around me when I buried myself balls deep.
If I tried to convince myself this was just about sex, the moment I was physically joined with her, the fusion was an echo through every fiber of my being. When I opened my eyes, mere inches from hers, I felt the look in her eyes in my heart. My own heart gave a resounding kick in response.
Chapter Twenty
Jade
With the feeling of Walker stretching me and filling me so exquisitely perfect, I opened my eyes and found his gaze. Right there. His eyes instantly captured mine, and it felt as if a force field was pulling me in. I could hardly bear the intimacy of it.
We held still for several echoing beats of my heart. He drew back slowly, oh-so-slowly, before sinking inside once again. My body was restless, rocking into him and desperate for every time he filled and stretched me.
Although we were in my kitchen on the counter, and everything about the situation screamed it was a casual, rushed fuck, it felt anything but. With Walker’s palms gripping up hips, he set the pace. His forehead rested against mine, and my breasts were pressed against his hard muscled chest.
Each moment blurred into the next. All I knew was the feel of him inside of me with his arms holding me close. Pleasure was gathering in my core, tighter and tighter, fire feeding into itself with each stroke of his hips into mine. I chased my release, bursts of pleasure scattering through me, each one more intense than the last. The angle of our joining was such that every time he sank into me, he brushed against my clit, just enough to drive me wild and not quite enough to push me over into my sweet release.
He brushed his lips against mine, and I murmured his name like a plea.
“All you had to do was ask,” he growled against my lips just as he reached between us to tease his fingers over my clit.
Everything pulled tight inside, and then broke loose, pleasure bursting through me as I cried out and my channel clenched around his cock. While my body was still rippling with the aftershocks of my climax, he surged deeply once more. I felt him go tight as a bow against me before he murmured my name against my lips and shuddered into me.
We stayed like that as my head finally fell forward, nestling into the curve of his neck while I tried to catch my breath. I didn’t want to move. Ever. This felt too good. It was an escape like no other. I forgot everything for a few moments, even that old promise I’d made to never let any man make me lose myself.
When I became aware of how deeply I’d let go, I remembered. That promise had nothing to do with pleasure. It was simply that I viewed losing myself this completely as a sign that I trusted myself with a man. I simply hadn’t believed that was possible.
I honestly didn’t know how, but somehow Walker smoothed the sharp edges of my anxiety threatening to cut into the moment. He brushed my hair away from my face. When I thought he might insist that we talk, he didn’t, at least not about anything of weight. He pressed a kiss to my temple and slowly untangled himself from the cage of my legs before asking casually where the bathroom was.
By the time he returned to the kitchen, I had gotten my leggings and camisole back on. When he caught my eyes, a smile hitched up one corner of his mouth. “Oh, now, that’s a disappointment.”
I bit my lip as I smiled and asked, “What?”
“I thought we were in agreement on the amount of clothes we were wearing. I still don’t have my shirt on.”
I burst out laughing. His gaze sobered as he stepped closer, reaching down to scoop my blouse from the floor. “But you’re cold, so I won’t insist.” When his palm caressed my shoulder and down my arm and I felt the goose bumps under his warm touch, my heart nearly tripped and fell over.
He had lightened the moment perfectly. While I knew I would obsess later—for hours probably—about