Before I could think, she was curling her hand around my cock again as she blazed a trail of kisses across my chest and dipped her head down to swipe the drop of the pre-cum on the tip. With lust rushing through me like a river in spring, I lifted her against me. I thought we were in agreement that we needed more clothes off and growled against the side of her neck. Holding her up with an arm, I tugged at her leggings, only setting her down long enough to shove them down over her hips along with her panties.
Demonstrating just how in agreement we were, Jade kicked her feet free. Then, I lifted her again as her legs curled around my hips and her slick core kissed the head of my cock when she rocked against me. I was barely hanging on to any semblance of control. I was beyond relieved I still had my jeans on even if they were only hanging around my hips. Sliding her hips back onto the counter, I reached into my back pocket, tugging my wallet loose and yanking out the condom I kept there for emergencies.
I hadn’t had anything resembling an emergency in years. But, Jade had been an emergency ever since I’d let myself get close to her. My need to be as physically close to her as possible transcended the concept of need. It was bone-deep, primitive, and raw.
In a matter of seconds, I’d rolled the condom on and was shifting my hands to grip her hips, savoring the give of her flesh under my grip. “Now would be the time to tell me no.” I gasped.
She sat before me on the counter with her nipples playing peekaboo through the dark locks of hair falling over her shoulders. I could feel the heat of her calling to me, but I held still. When I let my gaze wander down, the sight of her glistening pink pussy nearly undid me.
I dragged my eyes to hers. She took a breath and lifted her chin. “Didn’t I already make it clear what I wanted?”
“Maybe you should tell me exactly what you want.”
Jade’s feisty, bossy edge had me rising to meet her and push her just a little further.
“I want you inside of me. Now,” she ordered. She curled her legs around my hips and arched into me, rocking and sliding her slick folds along the underside of my cock.
On the heels of a deep breath, I adjusted the angle of my hips and sank home into the heart of her. My forehead fell to hers as her snug channel pulsed around me when I buried myself balls deep.
If I tried to convince myself this was just about sex, the moment I was physically joined with her, the fusion was an echo through every fiber of my being. When I opened my eyes, mere inches from hers, I felt the look in her eyes in my heart. My own heart gave a resounding kick in response.
Chapter Twenty
Jade
With the feeling of Walker stretching me and filling me so exquisitely perfect, I opened my eyes and found his gaze. Right there. His eyes instantly captured mine, and it felt as if a force field was pulling me in. I could hardly bear the intimacy of it.
We held still for several echoing beats of my heart. He drew back slowly, oh-so-slowly, before sinking inside once again. My body was restless, rocking into him and desperate for every time he filled and stretched me.
Although we were in my kitchen on the counter, and everything about the situation screamed it was a casual, rushed fuck, it felt anything but. With Walker’s palms gripping up hips, he set the pace. His forehead rested against mine, and my breasts were pressed against his hard muscled chest.
Each moment blurred into the next. All I knew was the feel of him inside of me with his arms holding me close. Pleasure was gathering in my core, tighter and tighter, fire feeding into itself with each stroke of his hips into mine. I chased my release, bursts of pleasure scattering through me, each one more intense than the last. The angle of our joining was such that every time he sank into me, he brushed against my clit, just enough to drive me wild and not quite enough to push me over into my sweet release.
He brushed his lips against mine, and I murmured his name like a plea.
“All you had to do was ask,” he growled against my lips just as he reached between us to tease his fingers over my clit.
Everything pulled tight inside, and then broke loose, pleasure bursting through me as I cried out and my channel clenched around his cock. While my body was still rippling with the aftershocks of my climax, he surged deeply once more. I felt him go tight as a bow against me before he murmured my name against my lips and shuddered into me.
We stayed like that as my head finally fell forward, nestling into the curve of his neck while I tried to catch my breath. I didn’t want to move. Ever. This felt too good. It was an escape like no other. I forgot everything for a few moments, even that old promise I’d made to never let any man make me lose myself.
When I became aware of how deeply I’d let go, I remembered. That promise had nothing to do with pleasure. It was simply that I viewed losing myself this completely as a sign that I trusted myself with a man. I simply hadn’t believed that was possible.
I honestly didn’t know how, but somehow Walker smoothed the sharp edges of my anxiety threatening to cut into the moment. He brushed my hair away from my face. When I thought he might insist that we talk, he didn’t, at least not about anything of weight. He pressed a kiss to my temple and slowly untangled himself from the cage of my legs before asking casually where the bathroom was.
By the time he returned to the kitchen, I had gotten my leggings and camisole back on. When he caught my eyes, a smile hitched up one corner of his mouth. “Oh, now, that’s a disappointment.”
I bit my lip as I smiled and asked, “What?”
“I thought we were in agreement on the amount of clothes we were wearing. I still don’t have my shirt on.”
I burst out laughing. His gaze sobered as he stepped closer, reaching down to scoop my blouse from the floor. “But you’re cold, so I won’t insist.” When his palm caressed my shoulder and down my arm and I felt the goose bumps under his warm touch, my heart nearly tripped and fell over.
He had lightened the moment perfectly. While I knew I would obsess later—for hours probably—about what had passed between us in that heady, intense passion, right now, I asked him if he wanted a drink.
When he said yes, I didn’t plan on enjoying a glass of wine with him while we sat at my kitchen table talking about nothing and everything. I certainly didn’t plan on getting sleepy enough that my chin fell to my chest. I came half awake when he lifted me into his arms. I most certainly didn’t plan on letting him carry me to bed. And then, when he moved to leave the room, I didn’t plan on reaching out to catch his hand in mine. I certainly didn’t plan on saying, “Stay.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Jade
“I swear, he’s fine,” Shay said, looking at me from behind the reception desk at the vet clinic.
“Can I see him?” I asked in return.
She grinned, her blond ponytail swinging when she held up a finger and grabbed the ringing phone. “Stolen Hearts Vet Clinic,” she said as she lifted it to her ear.
I wandered away from the desk, walking across the waiting area to look at a bulletin board on the wall. It was covered in thank you cards, along with many photographs from various animals that either came to the vet clinic, or were part of the rescue program they ran.