If We Dare - J.H. Croix Page 0,35

body, they snagged on a thin scar that wrapped around from his back along his rib cage. I couldn’t help but wonder what happened. I was starting to want to know far too much about Walker.

When I had agreed to this silly, fake wedding date, I chalked up my attraction to him as just a passing thing. Like lightning that struck once on a hot summer day with no storm to follow in its wake.

The more time I spent with him, the more I liked him. Stepping to the side of the bed, I carefully tucked the covers over him, unable to resist the urge to brush the dark lock that had fallen over his forehead out of his eyes.

With my heart tumbling in an unsteady beat, I went into the bathroom, taking a cool shower to wash away the sterile, antiseptic stickiness clinging to me from the hospital.

I came awake to the feel of Walker’s muscled body curled around me from behind. His hard arousal pressed against my bottom, and I could feel the slick heat between my thighs. I decided I wanted to return a favor. Well, that was how I tried to rationalize it. I just wanted to touch Walker, and I wasn’t quite ready to let myself think it ran deeper.

My thoughts glanced off the curious detail that last night I’d been fully prepared to take things all the way. Somehow, my awareness of my vulnerability intimidated me. When I felt intimidated, I had one response—to take control.

Moving carefully, I rolled over. Walker was deeply asleep. Yet, when I rose up on an elbow, I found his eyes opening. For a moment, they were hazed with sleep but then they widened. “Jade,” was all he said.

Of course, he had to go say it in his gruff, gravelly, oh-so-sexy voice. I smiled, leaning over to string kisses over his chest and abdomen as I slid my palm down to cup the hard, hot length of his cock.

His breath came out in a hiss when I hooked my fingers over his fitted boxer briefs and pulled them down. His cock sprang free, long and thick, a little drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip.

“Jade, you don’t…” His words ended in a groan when I leaned down to lick that salty drop and swirl my tongue around his cock head.

I didn’t know what he’d tried to say, but he was a quick study. When I dragged my tongue along the underside of his shaft, his fingers laced in my hair on the heels of a ragged breath.

Shifting to my knees, I leaned down to take him fully in my mouth. My tongue slid back and forth as I drew upward again, curling my fist lightly around his cock. I felt a surge of power when his hips flexed up with each stroke of my grip, his cock bumping against the back of my throat.

When I moved upward, giving a little suction, my name came in a rough shout as his release spurted into my mouth. I waited until he had stopped shuddering, and then rose up slowly on my knees, looking down at him.

The sheets were fisted in his free hand, and he slowly released the other one from my hair. He stroked through my locks with his fingers brushing against my back and sending goose bumps skating over the surface of my skin.

“Come ’ere,” he murmured with a light tug on my hair.

This all felt like too much, like so much more than I’d bargained for. I tried to play it light and smiled and shook my head.

“Jade, it’s never a one-way street for me,” he murmured before he reached between my thighs. With no preliminary, he pushed my panties to the side and stroked his fingers through my soaking wet folds.

I bit my lip, but I couldn’t hold back. I cried out when he sank one long, thick finger inside, another immediately joining it.

Walker’s touch was crazy fuel to my fire. I was drenched and already on the edge just from giving him pleasure. I wanted to look away from the intensity in his eyes, but I was locked in. It felt as if an electric current was running between us. With me on my knees above him, he fucked me with his fingers. He was gentle and rough at once. He finally released my hair to lightly cup one of my breasts through my T-shirt, teasing my nipple as he drove me to madness.

“Come on, Jade,”