Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I gasped as sensation slammed through me, my hips automatically undulating against him as he sucked, laved, and nipped. Tension coiled between my legs, tightening and tightening as he moved between my breasts, his hot mouth, his tongue—
“Walker!” I was going to come again with only this.
Then he stopped, and I lifted my head to beg, to plead for him to keep touching me, but halted when he gripped my hips. Guiding me, he lifted me up, and I stared down at him, waiting as he took his cock in hand and put it between my legs.
Taking his cue, I lowered myself onto him, feeling the hot tip of him against my slick opening. Electric tingles cascaded down my spine and around my belly, deep between my legs.
I’d never been so goddamn turned on in my life. Walker took hold of my hip with one hand and cupped my right breast with the other, and I gasped at the overwhelming thick sensation of him as I lowered.
“I love you so fucking much, Sloane Harrow,” he growled roughly against my mouth.
To my shock, his words, the emotion between us, had me so hot that I exploded with only the tip of him inside me.
I cried out and clung to his shoulders as my climax tore through me, my inner muscles rippling and tugging and drawing Walker in deeper. Shuddering, my hips jerking, my abs spasming, I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on through the storm. I rested my forehead against his.
As the last of the tremors passed through me, I became aware of Walker’s bruising grip on my hips and the overwhelming fullness of him inside me.
I lifted my head to see him gazing at me in awe. I bit my lip against a smile before I murmured, “Guess we found a new trigger for me.”
He grinned, sexy, and … free in a way I’d never witnessed before. His whole face lit up. “I guess I’ll need to say it more often, then.”
“It’ll get easier if you do.”
“It’s already easy,” he promised gruffly before he launched up off the bed and turned around to drop us on it with me on my back. The motion made him drive so deep inside me, I cried out, overwhelmed.
Walker muttered a hoarse expletive and then wrapped his hands around my wrists and pinned them to the bed at either side of my head. Just how he liked it.
Just how I liked it.
He moved inside me with powerful thrusts of his hips, his eyes focused intensely on mine.
I wanted to feel him; I wanted to grip his ass in my hands and feel it clench and release with each stroke, but he held me down.
As always, it excited me beyond bearing.
The tension built in me again with every thick drag of him in and out. Walker’s features strained with lust, and with one more powerful glide in and out, I came again, shorter, sharper. With one hard tug of my climax, Walker swelled to impossible thickness. He pressed my hands hard to the bed as he tensed between my legs.
“I love you!” His hips jerked and shuddered against mine. He groaned loud and satisfied as he released himself inside me, his cock throbbing and pulsing.
Walker let go of my wrists to brace himself over me, burying his face in my throat as he held his weight off me.
Freed, I wrapped my arms around him, my legs, drawing him closer as I ran my hands soothingly down his damp, warm back. “I didn’t think it was possible for sex to get any better between us … but you just proved me wrong.”
Walker lifted his head to kiss me softly on the lips. Our eyes met as he drew back, his gaze low-lidded. “Give me time, and I’ll prove you wrong over and over.”
I grinned, undulating against him in a way that made his expression darken with want. “I think you should start now.”
“Demanding wee thing, aren’t you?” he murmured against my mouth before wrapping his arms around me as he fell to his side. Walker cuddled me into him, and I wrapped my leg over his hip, pressing my breasts to his chest. His hands coasted lightly up and down my back as he studied my face, like I was something he’d never seen before. Something wondrous and beautiful.
“Some day, huh?” I teased gently.
Walker nodded. “Aye.”
At his seriousness, I snuggled closer. “Are you okay? After everything?”
His fingers tensed into my back, and his reply was not what I expected. “My mum has called me. A few times. Since we bumped into her in Edinburgh.”
“Is … is that the first contact you’ve had since …”
He nodded grimly. “She asked a friend for my number. I haven’t picked up.”
My heart ached for him, and I pressed a soft, understanding kiss to his lips before I pulled back and asked, “Do you not want to talk to her?”