I fisted his t-shirt and pulled him to me with a force that surprised us both. Our lips crashed together in a battle for dominance. Each of us wanting to see how far we could push this chemistry between us.
Walker’s tongue slipped between my lips, tangling with mine. His taste was like his smell—it had a quality that was uniquely him—and I knew it would spoil me for all other men. I didn’t care. I tugged at his shirt, needing it off, needing as much skin-to-skin contact as possible.
The piece of clothing sailed to the floor, and then his hands were yanking at the hem of my tank. I sucked in a harsh breath when Walker’s thumbs trailed over my nipples as he lifted the shirt higher. He paused when the cami rested just above my breasts. “So fucking pretty. I want to see what shades these pretty nipples will turn when I suck on them.”
His words sent a spasm straight to my core. My fingers dug into his muscular shoulders, and they flexed in response. “So stop staring and do something about it.”
Heat and challenge blazed in Walker’s eyes. His head dipped. “Careful what you ask for…” he said and then took one of the peaks into his mouth with a force that had me bowing my upper body off the bed. This was no slow seduction. This was a full-on assault.
Fire licked from my nipple to my clit, and he hadn’t even touched me there yet. I let out a barely discernable curse. Walker chuckled, sending another slew of sensations through my body. “Ready to beg for mercy?”
“Never.” It came out as a half pant, half plea, and both parts said I was a dirty liar.
“We’ll just see about that.” With those words, Walker turned his suckle into a nibble, and with each rake of his teeth across my tender flesh, another jolt of lightning shot to my center.
He would be the death of me. I needed to fight fire with fire. I forced myself to release the vise-like grip I had on his shoulders and began raking my nails up his back in the same alternating pattern of pleasure and pain he was exerting on my nipple. Walker let out a guttural groan as I reached his head and grasped a handful of his hair with my hand.
Pulling his mouth away from my breast, I brought it to my own. “I need more.”
Another flash of heat and challenge seared those green depths. “I’ll give you more, but I’m taking my fucking time.”
I grinned, but I had a feeling it was slightly feral with need. “Take your time next time.”
“You make a damn good case for quick and dirty.” With that, he tore my tank top the rest of the way off my body and went to work on my sleep shorts. He pulled them down with a speed I didn’t know he possessed. His gaze zeroed in on the juncture between my thighs, and I fought the urge to squirm under his intense stare. “You’re bare.” His voice was rougher than it had been just seconds before.
I cleared my throat. “I, uh, like it that way.”
Walker’s hands gripped my thighs, pulling them apart, leaving me completely exposed. His eyes never left my center. “I like it, too,” he said, a devilish smile spreading over his face.
My hands fisted the sheets as his hands slowly crept up my legs, closer and closer to the place I wanted him most. When he stopped just shy of where I needed him, I bit down on my lip. Hard. Walker’s gaze moved to my face. “Tell me you want this.”
My eyes widened, and I released my lip. “I want this. Want you. Now.”
He jerked his chin in a nod and gave me a swift kiss. Walker trailed the tip of his thumb down the valley between my thigh and center. I held my breath. He dipped the digit between my folds, and I couldn’t hold in my moan.
Walker’s touch was feather-light. He explored each dip and curve and as his eyes stayed focused on my face. I realized he was studying my reactions, discovering how to drive me higher. Each circle and swipe brought him closer to my opening, but he didn’t venture to that bundle of nerves that I knew would make me detonate.
He eased a finger inside me. His strokes were lazy, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. But I was still in a hurry. I bucked my hips against his hand, and he stilled his movements. “Now, now. You in that much of a rush? You want it all?”
“I want you inside me already. This is nothing”—I sucked in air—“but a poor imitation”—another breath—“of what I’m really after.” That did it. The last thread of his control broke.
Walker left my body. For a moment, I thought he was pissed and leaving, but then I saw a flash of silver in his hand. A condom. He tore the wrapper with his teeth, and it was ridiculously hot. His other hand went to his boxer-briefs, pulling them down and shaking them off.
My jaw went slack. He was perfection. I watched in fascination as he rolled the condom over himself. I swallowed hard. He was large. So big, I knew I would still feel him tomorrow. But there was also something about him that was beautiful. I didn’t think I’d ever considered a penis beautiful before, but Walker’s was. His skin was so smooth, the ridges so perfect, I fought the urge to lick my lips.
Walker took three strides and was back at the bed. “Ready?”
I nodded. My gaze traveled over Walker’s entire body. He was strung tight, like a bow in danger of snapping. I swallowed again. He leaned over me, brushing a gentle thumb across my nipple. I shivered. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered.
“I will,” I replied faintly.
His tip nudged my entrance, and I felt a pull in me so strong, it was like being sucker-punched, as if my body already knew his and craved the touch with everything it had. I pulled in a sharp breath, and Walker’s eyes narrowed on mine. I nodded, trying to urge him on. He pushed inside me with a slow glide, the movement forcing my eyes closed so I could soak up the sensation.
Walker stilled, and I was grateful. It took me a few moments and some deep breaths to adjust to his size. A fingertip circled the peak of my breast, and my eyes flew open. “So fucking beautiful.” This time, he was staring at my face when he said it.