If We Dare - J.H. Croix Page 0,56

shining above the entrance under the arched roof overhead.

“No, what?” I asked as he turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open.

Walker didn’t reply at first, tossing his keys on the table by the door as he closed the door behind us. Just as I was about to repeat my question, he spun me around. My back collided with the door, not too hard, but hard enough that I gasped.

He stilled instantly as he stood several electric inches away from me. “Are you okay?” His tone was low and intent. I sensed a leashed energy to him.

“Uh-huh. You just caught me off guard.”

Our eyes locked. The air felt charged, as if it had captured a bolt of lightning and the power was vibrating around us with electric sparks striking from the force of attraction between us. I took an unsteady breath.

Walker snapped his eyes from mine as he leaned his head back, his shoulders rising as he gulped in a breath. When he leveled his gaze with mine again, the look there snatched my breath away and sent a blast of heat through my body. “I don’t think I can be a gentleman,” he bit out.

Although his words were polite, his voice was ragged and taut.

“Just fuck me.”

Walker’s lips kicked up at one corner as he laughed softly, the sound almost tortured. “Damn, girl, you know exactly what I want.”

I happened to be wearing a skirt. It wasn’t anything particularly sexy, but it was sure comfortable, and I could pull off a night out with the girls with cowboy boots and look halfway decent. Walker made quick work of getting it out of the way and dragged it up around my hips. I reached between us, palming his cock through his jeans before swiftly tearing open the buttons on his fly. I let out a satisfied sigh when I shoved his boxers down and his cock sprang free.

I hadn’t even noticed Walker was already pushing my panties out of the way. With my cowboy boots still on, he lifted me—so easily—in his arms, and pressed my back against the door. In another fiery second, I felt the thick crown of his cock press against my entrance.

I wasn’t thinking. Not at all. I was caught in the rushing current of need driving me forward. When Walker growled “Oh fuck,” I barely registered it. Curling my legs around his hips, I arched into him, feeling my slick juices slide over his length.

“I need a—” he began.

I had no patience. “I’m on the pill. Just fuck me.”

Walker—because he was that gentleman I mentioned earlier—held still. I opened my eyes to find his searching my face. “Are you sure?”

“Yes! I need you inside me now.”

Thank God he could follow orders.

His forehead fell to mine as he held still for a beat before surging swiftly inside me, filling me completely in one deep stroke.

“Oh God,” I murmured. My words were slurred. It felt so good to have him filling and stretching me. The sensation was intense.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Walker

My heartbeat thundered as I savored the feel of Jade’s slick core sheathing me. She felt so good. So right. There was sex, and then there was whatever this was with Jade. It was beyond anything within my prior experience.

Raw, primitive need had overtaken me, and I couldn’t wait. This was no skilled seduction. I simply needed her. I needed this. With my lips a whisper away from hers, I murmured, “Hold on, sweetheart.”

Then, I fucked her hard and fast against the door. She was with me for every stroke. Her skirt was bunched around her hips and my jeans were just barely out of the way.

My release was building rapidly, crashing like a dam about to burst as the pressure built and built. Adjusting her weight in my arms, I was relieved for the door behind us to give me an assist as I slapped a palm against it. I reached between us with my fingers, finding her swollen clit instantly. With a little tease, her pussy clamped down over my cock, and she cried out my name in a husky shout with her head falling against the door.

The pressure inside me finally let loose, my release slamming through me so hard as it poured into her. By the time it was over, my forehead had fallen into the dip of her shoulder as I struggled for breath. I savored every little tremor in her body.

As consciousness filtered in, I became aware that my fingers