“I need you,” I whispered.
That was all it took. Walker pulled down the shorts I was wearing with a speed that was almost alarming. He tore his t-shirt off and had his pants on the floor within seconds.
I took a moment to drink him in—the broad shoulders, perfectly formed muscles straining with need. My eyes found his. “You’re perfect.”
He pounced, his mouth devouring my lips, tongue stroking mine. Walker pulled back, uncertainty flooding his face. “Tell me if anything hurts.”
“I will.”
Walker cupped my face, his eyes boring into mine. “Promise me.”
My heart squeezed. “I promise.”
His tip bumped up against my opening.
“Please.” It came out as a half word, half moan, and I didn’t even care.
In that deliciously slow tempo he had turned into an art form, Walker pressed in. The pressure built, and when he was fully seated inside me, I felt him everywhere. From the tips of my toes straining against the mattress, to the top of my head arching back into the pillow. He zinged through every nerve ending, danced through every vein. He was in me now and forever.
My fingers pressed into his shoulders while I wrapped my legs around him so my heels dug into his ass. I loved feeling the bunch and bow of his muscles beneath me as he slowly moved. The delicious drag of his cock against my walls was heaven.
Each pass seemed to drive him deeper and build the spiral of sensations higher. My skin seemed to tingle everywhere, vibrating to the tempo that Walker set with his thrusts. His pace increased, and a fine sheen of sweat covered us both. When he finally drove so deep he bottomed out, I couldn’t help the sharp intake of air.
Walker’s eyes fell closed for the briefest of moments, and then his lips were on mine with a hunger I’d never felt from him before. It was as if he wanted to connect us in every way possible, see how deeply he could instill himself in me.
I cupped his face as he pulled back, sucking in air. “You’re everywhere. I love you, Walker.”
“You’re mine.” His words were choked.
“I’m yours.” I brushed my lips against his. “And you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
My heartbeat stuttered at the emotion in his eyes, in his voice, radiating throughout his body. It was that emotion raining over me that sent me spiraling over the edge. Everything came together in a way I had never experienced before. His touch. His words. His heart. The orgasm sent such powerful waves through my body, I saw stars.
My inner-muscles clamped down so hard, I thought it might have caused Walker pain. He let out a curse I couldn’t quite discern as his back arched and he thrust even deeper, releasing everything he had.
Walker collapsed on the bed, rolling us so that I was now on top of him, both of us panting. I tried to grasp onto reality as I came down from the otherworldly high.
Walker’s heartbeat thrummed against my cheek. I placed a kiss directly over it. “Thank you for letting me belong to you.”
He squeezed me harder against him, brushing his lips against my hair. “Never letting you go. We’re going to build a beautiful life together.”
Epilogue
Taylor
ONE YEAR LATER
Ipushed open the front door, calling out as I did. “I’m home! Are you here? If you are, pour me a large drink because I’ve had quite the day.”
“In the kitchen,” Walker called back.
I slipped off my heels by the front door and headed towards Walker’s voice. “Timmy Jenkins stuck an open glue stick in Sally Peters’ hair.”
I heard Walker’s low chuckle before I saw him. “He must like her.”
I rounded the corner and drank in the sight of my gorgeous man. “It’s not funny. We couldn’t get it out, so I had to call her mother to come get her and take her to a hairdresser.”
