Before I can pursue that nerve-shredding line of thought, my friend silences the phone and impatiently flings it onto the counter. Then, his attention is back on me.
"So, you're saying you have no regrets?” I ask.
"No regrets, Penn. Not one..." He gets closer. He grips my waist. "And I'm gonna keep putting in work until you've got a baby inside you."
Tingles rise from my toes, all the way up my thighs. "Shouldn't you be on the farm right now? You're going to be late..."
Late for what? I don’t even know.
He half-smiles. "I'm the boss, Princess, and there's nowhere I'd rather be right now than buried inside you."
I'm still reaching for excuses. "I have a shift in two hours..."
"I'll be quick," he promises.
I laugh. "That, right there, is terrible marketing for your services, Big Man. I'm not sure 'quick' is a good thing."
His stubble grazes my cheek when he whispers into my ear. "You know from experience it doesn't take me long to get you there.”
Another trickle.
"Past performance is no guarantee of future results," I sass.
Walker chuckles but it fades quickly and is replaced by a hungry tone. "Stop fucking around, Penny. Are you serious about making this baby or not?"
"Very serious.” My voice is a breathy squeak.
"That's what I like to hear."
Forget the trickles. By this point, it’s a plain-out downpour.
He bends and his mouth gently brushes across mine. My lips fall open when I moan. His tongue is soft and velvety and electric when it sweeps through the narrow gap. He's teasing me again. And I just can't take it.
I fling my arms around his neck and pull him close to me, instantly falling into the kiss. He hoists me up into his arms and my legs wrap around him. He lets out an aroused grunt and spins to drop me onto the kitchen counter. My pile of glossy magazines and coupon clippings scatter to the floor. I don't care. I’m too busy rolling my hips against him as his cock grows hard against my belly.
Now, his hand is in my hair. He grabs a fistful of the tangled silk and he tugs my head back. The man kisses me with so much hunger it almost scares me.
And I should be scared. Because I can already tell this is getting dangerous. For years, I've been on the brink of insanity for Walker and now, with each kiss, I inch closer to the edge.
Are you sure you know what you're doing, girl?
I pull back from the kiss and stare up into his eyes.
“I still can’t get over how soft you are,” he whispers, his fingers moving beneath the satin fabric of my robe, travelling over my skin. When I don't respond, he stares at me. "What is it?" he asks, his lips wet and soft from our kiss.
I swallow before I make my request. “Tell me you won't sleep with anyone else. Not while we're doing this." I rush out my explanation. "Just because, we're unprotected. I'm just trying to be safe. I'm not trying to be a cock blocker and I definitely don't want to ruin—"
"That won't be a problem." He doesn't hesitate.
"It won't?"
There’s a boyish look on his face. He chuckles ironically, like he’s ashamed of his next words. “Penny, I can't even remember the last time I fucked another woman.” His eyes are earnest and sincere. “And right now, my focus is on you. Only you." Cupping my jaw, he tastes my neck. "And I don't want you dating other men right now. I need you to focus on me."
I laugh. "That won't be a problem. I haven't been with a man in ages."
His head snaps up. My attention locks on his heated gaze.
Shock fogs his dark eyes. "You haven't?"
My voice goes somber as my heart rate picks up. "It's been so long, Walker. So damn long since anybody else has touched me…”
The man reacts like those words are everything he's ever wanted to hear. His lips take mine again. But this time, he pours himself entirely into the kiss. He tastes me with a fervor that has goosebumps exploding across the surface of my skin, and I'm helpless in his arms.
Effortlessly, he scoops me up and now, he's hurriedly carrying me in the direction of my bedroom. His lips continue to roam my flesh.
I thrust my hips against him and whimper. “I need you inside me, Walker. Please."
He bites my neck. I groan. He bursts into my bedroom. He lays me on the mattress and reaches behind him to pull his shirt over his head. The sight of his bare, muscular chest has the wires in my brain all tangled up. He drops to his knees.
Shit—he's going to eat me again.
His palms move up my thighs, spreading me open for the taking. He starts at my belly button and kisses a path downward, over the lace of my thong. My pussy clenches and my toes curl on air and wetness pours out of me like a river.
I try to play it cool. “Jeez—you really like going down on me.” I flex my hips against the mattress. “You do realize that's not how babies are made, right?”
Walker chuckles as he slides my soaked panties aside and slowly dips a long, calloused finger inside me. “Don't make me feel bad about it. I just love the way you taste.” He spreads my wet, quivering lips apart. “You’re goddamned delicious, Penny. You taste like a scoop of heaven. I could eat this yummy pussy all day.”
Fuck, I love it when he talks like that. I’m moaning and writhing, practically melting on his fingers.
Still, I'm scared, dammit. Scared that this little game of ours will leave me raw and strung out and completely ruined. How will I survive having this man's child all while knowing that I can't have him, that we can't be together?
My apprehension must be visible on my face. Walker’s
