Walker, casually leaning against the doorframe of my bedroom. His hands are in his pockets, and he gives off the appearance of calm and collected. But that’s not what I see in his eyes. They’re dark and stormy, thundering with desire and want, yet he doesn’t move from his position.
Feeling a boldness I’ve never felt, I step forward, placing my hands on his chest. I feel his heart thundering beneath my palm and can see his jaw tighten. Still, he doesn’t move.
I think about all those times I thought he would kiss me but didn’t. How badly I want him to now. But something is holding him back, and frankly, I’m tired of waiting. I need to kiss him. It’s like he’s the oxygen my lungs demand.
Gazing up into his blue eyes, I find the strength to ask the one question I can’t stop thinking about. “Walker, can I kiss you?”
His lip ticks, but he still doesn’t move. “You can do anything you want.”
Leaning forward and up on my tiptoes, I swipe my lips across his, reveling in the warmth and softness. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” I whisper, my eyes closed.
He exhales, his breath fanning across my face. I feel him pull his hands from his pockets and slide them up my back. He grips my shirt and pulls me even closer. “I’ve wanted to. So fucking bad, but I wanted to take things slow, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop once I started.”
I open my eyes to meet his, mine pleading and burning with a desire I’ve never felt in my life. “Then don’t stop.”
That’s all it takes. His lips slam into mine, hungry and full of want, as he devours my mouth so expertly, all I can do is hold on. My hands thread into his hair as he lifts me to meet his height. As my legs wrap around his hips, I can feel how hard he already is, and I grind against him, seeking that glorious friction.
“Fuck,” he hisses, rocking into me.
“Yes. That.”
His looks up, his eyes searching mine, as if seeking confirmation. He swallows hard, his voice raspy when he finally speaks. “I wanted to take things slow.”
“I know, but sometimes fast is good.” I move, sliding along his hard length. “Real good.”
As if someone flipped the switch, he moves, carrying me into my bedroom. We fall onto the mattress together, his mouth claiming mine once again. This kiss is full of urgency and passion and makes me a little dizzy with lust.
Walker lifts my shirt and slides a hand along my stomach, branding me with his touch. I’ve never felt this…hot before. I push his shirt up, exposing hard abs and tanned skin. My fingers graze over his flesh, and I can feel goosebumps rise.
“Let’s take off this shirt, shall we?” he whispers, running his lips down my neck and nipping at my chin.
“Yes, please.” I tug upward on the back of his shirt.
He chuckles. “I meant yours, but I’m an equal opportunity clothes remover.” He sits up and grabs the material behind his head and pulls it up and over his head in one swift motion.
My eyes feast everywhere. His broad chest, the ripple of abs, the hard muscles. He’s a vision in a shirt, but without? I practically swallow my tongue.
“Now you,” he instructs, helping me sit up and removing my T-shirt.
Usually this is the part where I’d ask to turn off the lights. I’m not hard or ripped anywhere. If anything, I’m carrying a little flab in the middle and my boobs are nowhere near as perky as they once were. But the way his eyes devour me, it’s more liberating than anything else. What used to be embarrassment when I got naked is now replaced and fueled by something else.
Desire.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers hoarsely, his large hand sliding up my side and slipping beneath the cup of my bra. My nipples pebble as he runs the pad of his thumb over the top of one hard peak. Walker adjusts the material, exposing my breast. The moment he does, his mouth descends, licking and sucking until I can barely breathe.
I grip his upper back, holding on while he teases one nipple before moving on to do the same to the second. My heart is trying to pound out of my chest, my panties too wet to be useful. I can’t seem to catch my breath, as he softly bites down on my nipple, making