Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
My breath hitched as he flicked open the button on my jeans. I waited in heart-pounding anticipation as he slid the zipper down and gently slipped his hand beneath my underwear. I made a guttural sound, my hands grabbing onto his upper arms for support as he pushed through my wet to touch my clit.
Walker grunted and pressed his forehead to my temple and continued to rub my clit. “So ready for me, baby. Always ready.”
“Always,” I promised, panting lightly. “Always only for you.”
Walker growled in deep satisfaction at my words before he covered my mouth with his, hungrily kissing me like we hadn’t kissed in months. Then I was up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, and he carried me upstairs.
In my haze of lust, of need, I was ready to be thrown on the bed, for Walker to take control, dominate me, and fuck me until I was crying with release.
Yet he surprised me.
He broke our kiss and lowered me to my feet beside the bed.
His hands rested on my waist for a second before sliding down over my hips. We stared at each other in a mix of longing and wonder and faith and trust. It was amazing how this deepened connection between us made my body so much more attuned and hyperaware. And ready for him.
“I love you,” I declared again, voice hoarse.
Light flared in Walker’s eyes as he tightened his grip on my waist. He gave me what felt like a reassuring squeeze before slipping his fingers under my sweater. I shivered at the soft caress of his rough fingertips.
“I love you too.” The words were rough with disuse but sincerely said.
Joy unlike anything I’d felt since Callie was born filled me completely. “Really?”
Walker bent his head to me. “Never fucking doubt it.”
I laughed softly, leaning into him as he caressed a little higher, across my ribs. Goose bumps prickled over my breasts, and they felt heavy, desperate for his hands, his mouth.
“Walker …”
His hands came out from under my sweater to take hold of the opening of my jeans. He dug his thumbs into the waistband, expression determined and hot as our eyes stayed connected. And then he slowly tugged my pants down over my hips. Walker went with them, lowering to his haunches. I felt his hot breath on the lace between my legs, and I shuddered with need. Bracing a hand on his strong shoulder, I lifted one foot after the other so he could unzip my boots and pull the jeans off.
Understanding dawned as Walker curled his big hands around my calves, looked up into my eyes, and caressed the back of my legs. He was taking his time. Savoring this. Loving me.
He was making love to me.
A tug deep in my womb caused another rush of wet to dampen the material between my legs. Walker’s gaze lowered there. His hands climbed higher around the back of my calves before smoothing around my upper thighs. Gliding his thumbs toward my inner thighs, he demanded, “Spread your legs.”
Excitement flipped in my belly as I did as he commanded. Gently, he pushed beneath my underwear, and I gasped as two thick fingers slid easily inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned and rested his forehead against my right thigh. “I’ve missed your tight heat.”
I flushed with desire at his sexy words. “I’ve missed you inside me.”
Walker met my gaze, everything he planned to do to me blazing within his eyes. I shuddered with desperate need but kept it together as he pulled the scrap of lace down my legs. I stepped out of them, shaking. And then Walker lifted my right leg over his shoulder, and I whispered yes over and over, resting my hand on his opposite shoulder for balance. He made a guttural noise of desire as he deliberately rubbed his bearded cheek along my inner thigh. He knew what that did to me.
“Fuck, yes, fuck,” I whimpered.
I felt him smile against my skin, seconds before his tongue touched my clit.
Satisfaction slammed through me, and I undulated against his mouth. His fingers dug into my thigh, and his groan vibrated through me. He suckled my clit, pulling on it hard, and I panted as beautiful tension built deep inside. His tongue circled that electrified bundle of nerves and then slid down in a dirty voracious lick before pushing inside me.
“Walker!” I cried, thrusting against his mouth as I climbed higher and higher toward breaking apart.
Feeling my desperation, Walker returned to my clit and thrust two fingers inside me.
It hit like an explosion of fiery, spine-tingling stars, release sliding deliciously through me as I shuddered against Walker’s mouth.
He gently lowered my quivering leg, and I swayed against him as he stood. Rather than being languid with satisfaction, I buzzed with longing. Like I was still on the precipice of orgasm.