I plant a kiss on her calf then I work my way up her leg. Every brush of my lips makes her shudder.
She gets louder as I get closer.
She's already wound up.
Already desperate for me.
Still, I tease her. I brush my lips against her clit then move down her other leg as slowly as I can.
I work my way up her calf, her thigh.
She tugs at my hair. "Please." Her breath hitches in her throat.
She slings one leg over my shoulder.
I bring my palm to her thigh and pin it to the bed.
She rocks her hips as she groans. "Walker. Please." Her voice drips with need.
She needs me.
And this—this is something I understand.
Something I'm good at.
Something that makes perfect fucking sense.
"Say it again, sweetness." I pry her legs apart.
"Please."
I dig my fingers into her thigh.
"Walker. Please. Please." Her voice rises to a whine.
"Please what?"
"Make me come." She tugs at my hair. "Now. Please."
Fuck yeah.
I bring my mouth to her.
She claws at my shoulder as I lick her from top to bottom.
Fuck, she tastes good.
I do it again.
Again.
I do it until her thighs are shaking against my hands, then I flick my tongue against her clit.
"Fuck." Her breath gets heavy.
I do it again.
Again.
Her hand knots in my hair.
I look up at her. Watch her eyelids press together. Watch her brow soften. Her shoulders relax.
Fuck, she looks beautiful wracked with pleasure.
Mine.
I push the thought out of my head. That isn't part of our agreement. That is a quick trip to heartbreak.
That isn't happening.
This is simple. Seamless.
I lick her a little harder. A little faster. Higher. Lower. Right. Left. Up and down. Back and forth. With zigzags. With circles.
Her breath catches in her throat.
There.
That's it.
I lick her with steady strokes.
She groans as she bucks against my mouth. As she presses her thighs against my hands.
I dig my nails into her skin, pinning her in place.
And I flick my tongue against her.
"Fuck." She runs her nails over my shoulder. "Walker. Fuck."
I do it again. Again. Again.
A few more flicks and she's shaking.
Her groans get louder. Needier.
I lick her again. Again.
There.
With the next flick of my tongue, she comes. She gets sweeter. Wetter.
My name falls off her lips.
She rocks against my mouth.
"Fuck me. Now." She tugs at my hair.
I place a kiss on her pelvis then drag my lips up her stomach. Over her breasts. I take her nipple into my mouth and suck hard.
"Walker." It's half fuck me now, half don't stop exactly what you're doing.
I toy with her nipple until she's shaking, then I move to her other nipple and do it again.
Fuck, she's responsive.
I need this—her reacting to me, her filling with pleasure, her everything.
She slides her hand down my stomach. Her fingers brush my cock. She rubs her thumb against my tip.
Fuck.
I reach for the bedside drawer. Grab a condom. Bring it to my teeth to rip the wrapper.
She stares up at me as she wraps her hand around me.
I kiss her as she pumps me.
Her hand feels too fucking good.
"Lie back." She pushes herself onto her elbow. "I want to ride you."
She doesn't have to ask twice.
I lie on my back. Roll the condom over my cock.
She presses herself up. Slings her leg over my hip to straddle me.
I bring my hands to her hips to guide her body over mine.
My tip strains against her.
Then it's one delicious inch at a time.
My fingers dig into her skin.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. She stares back at me as she pushes herself up then brings herself down on me again.
She does it again.
Again.
I cup her tits. Rub her nipples with my thumbs.
Her head turns to one side.
A heavy sigh falls off her lips.
This is exactly how she likes it.
And fuck, she feels good around me. In my hands. On top of me.
I toy with her nipples as she drives her body over mine again and again.
My eyes stay fixed on her. I watch pleasure spill over her expression. I watch her tits shake. I watch my cock fill her again and again.
Her nails scrape my stomach.
She's almost there.
No teasing. Not now. I need to watch her come. Fuck, I need it more than I need to come.
I bring my thumb to her clit and I rub her with steady strokes.
She sets her hands on my chest and rocks against my thumb.
My balls tighten.
Her cunt pulses.
She groans my name as she comes.
Fuck, that feels good.
I rub her through her orgasm.
Then I bring my hands to her hips and I guide her body over mine.
She stares back at me as I thrust into her.
I go deeper.
Harder.
There.
Fuck.
My nails sink into her skin as I come. Pleasure spreads through my torso. My arms and legs and fingers and toes.
My cock pulses. My hips rock.
I spill every fucking drop.
She leans down and presses her lips to mine.
I bring my hand to her head, hold her against me as I kiss her harder. Deeper.
We untangle slowly.
My lips stay pressed to hers.
My thoughts stay on her.
I need her.
Too much of her.
But I'm still not ready to think about that shit.
Chapter Fourteen
Iris
The shower turns off.
I cinch my towel a little tighter. It's strange how shy I feel. Twenty minutes ago, I was spread out on the bed, savoring the need in Walker's eyes.
Now, I'm scared we'll have nothing to say to each other.
Not that I want to talk.
We could not talk again.
Well… I'm not sure I can handle not talking again.
My thighs are spent. From the hike and from being wrapped around him.
Hell, my entire body is spent.
It feels good. Painful, but good. There's something about losing myself in movement, something I need more of.
Not just sex. Hiking, yoga, swimming, even these surf lessons Walker keeps promising.
That's something I love. Something I know I want.
I'm Iris Avery and I'm more than a recovering addict. I'm a PhD candidate in psychology and I love purple, coffee, and exercise.
I move into the kitchen, grab a glass, fill it with water, and drink it the way I used to drink cheap vodka—like I need all of it, right now.
Booze was never my thing, but it did the trick when I was lacking alternatives.
Walker steps into the main room in black boxers—only black boxers.
He's yummy as all hell.
But this is still weird.
I don't know what to say to him. Or why things only make sense when we're naked. Or why I'm so desperate to learn the real reason why he's cagey about his sister.
The same one who was staying over the other night?
There's a story there.
I shouldn't want it.
But I do.