I didn’t know what it was about his touch, but that alone was enough to quell the panic, to soothe the ragged edges of my oh-so-untrusting heart. I was falling in love with Walker, and I didn’t know what the hell to do about it. Because it was the only thing that seemed to make sense, I nodded wordlessly. I let myself stay caught in the super-powered beam of his gaze just long enough to ignore the distant voice clamoring inside that I needed to be careful, that I needed not to dare to put myself at risk again.
You see, the temptation to have another night with Walker was far more powerful than anything else. Reason and logic didn’t stand a chance. They were as weak as a piece of tissue caught in the wind of a storm.
By the time Walker rolled his truck to a stop in front of his house, my entire body felt like molten liquid. It had been—at best—a ten-minute drive. The entire time, he kept one sexy hand on the steering wheel and the other resting above my knee. His thumb occasionally brushed over my skin, just below the hem of my skirt.
Licks of fire radiated from that spot, feathering through my entire body until I was thrumming and nearly frantic with need. He’d asked me whether I wanted to go to his place or mine. Out of curiosity, I said his. Because I hadn’t been inside his place yet even though it was just down the street from mine.
I was only regretting that curiosity because I was so impatient. As soon as he cut the engine, he was out of his truck in a flash and opening the passenger side door for me. Because he just had to go and be handsome, sexy, a bit mysterious, and a freaking gentleman on top of it all. If I ever took him home to meet my parents, my mother would swoon.
As soon as the door shut behind me, I didn’t quite know how to read the expression crossing his face. He shook his head, almost as if to himself, and mouthed, “No.”
Then, his hand was curling around mine as we began walking swiftly across the gravel driveway. We stopped in front of the door to the side of the house with a light 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
