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)
WALKER
Stunned, I stared after Sloane as she disappeared inside the cottage.
Go home.
Call Jamie and go home.
I didn’t move.
My blood was up.
I’d hurt her.
I couldn’t have said a worse thing to her.
But she got me, didn’t she? She put me in my place.
Go home.
I’d never heard her swear before, not like that. I wanted to hear it again. I wanted to hear her beg me to fuck her.
Go. Home.
SLOANE
How dare he?
Skin hot with indignation, I’d thrown my cardigan off and paced my living room, heart racing with the confrontation, trying desperately to focus on my anger and not my rejection.
No one … no one made me feel like Walker did, and to have him look at me and see me like a mousy, sexless, single mom …
Don’t think about it.
It was crushing to think about.
Ugh. I thought I was being so brave putting myself out there, and I’d just screwed everything up. How would I look at him again?
A small cry startled out of me as the cottage door flew open and Walker strode in like a freaking avenging Viking warrior. His expression was hard as he slammed the door shut and locked it. “How many times do I need to tell you to lock your door?” he demanded, his voice guttural. Walker’s hands fisted at his sides, his body tense.
But it was the look on his face that made my belly clench low and deep.
Hunger.
Pure, unadulterated hunger etched a harshness into his handsome face.
“If we do this, there are rules,” Walker stated.
My heart leapt, but his words from earlier still burned. “I don’t need a pity fuck.”
He bared his teeth, a wicked half smile, half snarl as he stepped toward me. “No, you need it wild and hard. Is that not what you said?”
Yes, yes, YES! My breathing grew shallow as my body reacted to him. This man was sexual radioactivity.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His nostrils flared as if he could see how turned on I was. “Just sex. No strings. When one of us wants it to end, it ends without harm or hurt. Or we don’t do this.”
“Agreed.” I nodded. “I promise.”
Decided, he lifted his chin toward the staircase. “Then get upstairs.”
Thrill filled me even as nervous butterflies fluttered wildly in my belly. “Are you going to be this bossy all the time?”
“Did you think I would be anything but in charge when we fuck?”
No.
No, I guessed not.
The man was a dominant, sexy bastard.
And I realized that was part of his appeal. I’d spent my whole life making decisions for my daughter, for myself. Everything came down to my choices, my actions. It was exhausting.
But with Walker … I trusted him to take charge in the bedroom and make me feel good doing it.
In answer, I bit my lip against a smile of anticipation, and his eyes darkened with heat. Then I turned on my heel and walked as calmly as I could up the stairs. My heart lurched into my throat as I heard his heavier footsteps behind me.
I didn’t know what I expected once I reached my bedroom. I crossed the room to lower the blinds and when I turned, Walker stood in the doorway, staring at me like he wanted to devour me.
I was absolutely ready for that.
However, I’d expected it to be a controlled seduction. Because that was Walker. Always in control.
So when he rushed me like he had lost all control, my entire being ignited.
Our bodies collided seconds before our mouths did, Walker bending to steal the breath from me. His kiss was ravaging. Possessive. Dark, deep, and sexual. His beard prickled softly against my skin.
His hand fisted in my hair as he held me to him, and I grasped onto him as he plundered my mouth as if he couldn’t taste me deep enough.
I knew it.
I knew it would be like this between us.
I whimpered against his tongue as his other hand gripped my ass to pull me into the hard-on straining the zipper of his jeans. The whimper turned to a moan, reverberating into his mouth. Walker ground his hips harder into me, squeezing my ass. I slid my hands under his tee in answer, shivering at the delicious feel of his smooth, hot skin, the dips and curves of his muscles beneath my fingertips.
He grunted as I touched his nipples. The sound rumbled in my mouth as we kissed harder, bruising each other’s lips.
I needed him inside me. I needed that thick drag and pull. I needed him to obliterate my emptiness.
Fumbling for the button on his jeans, I made that very clear.
But Walker stalled my movement by lifting me into his arms. I was in the air for a second before I landed on my bed with a startled gasp. I gazed up into Walker’s face, etched with the harshness of uncontrolled desire.