Chapter 15
Walker
There”s only so much room left for maneuvering in this tiny office, and I felt the warmth of her body when she brushed past me to go clock out. I never imagined when I pulled in a breath that on the exhale, her lips would be on mine.
It shocked the shit out of me, but my recovery was quick. When she pulled back, no doubt thinking I wasn”t interested, I knew I had to move quickly.
She moans into my mouth, and you”d think I was sixteen all over again. But this isn”t the janitor”s closet at the high school, and she sure as hell isn”t Sage Douglas, the first girl who ever kissed me.
My body responds much the same way it did back then. Truth be told, it hasn”t done that with a single sound in a very long time. Back then it was from new experiences and raging hormones. I”m old enough to know that it”s something much deeper than that surface shit now.
With her fingers tangled in my t-shirt, I pull her closer and deepen the kiss. This is exactly what I wanted that first night I kissed her.
When she rolls her hips against mine, I feel like I”ve struck gold or won the lottery. Maybe it”s a combination of both.
I know I should put an end to this. I should take a step back and make sure where her head is, but then her hand untangles from my shirt and scrapes down the front of my jeans, and all logical reason melts away. She”s a grown woman, and more than capable of pumping the brakes if she wants to. I”ll listen if that happens, but until then, I”m full steam ahead.
Her warm palm finds its way under my shirt, and it”s my turn to moan at the heat of her hand on my bare skin. I pull my mouth away long enough to get my shirt over my head.
She stops me before I can throw it on the floor.
”I didn”t mop back here,” she grumbles as she pulls it from my hand and tosses it on my desk chair.
I huff a laugh but her reasoning tells me that she”s fully in control of her actions right now. I envy that about her because my body isn”t letting my head get a word in.
”This can”t be from just hauling cases of beer around the bar,” she says, her eyes following the trace of her fingers over my pecs.
My chest seems to swell a little bigger from the attention she”s showing me and the appreciation in her eyes.
Her fingers travel lower, and then they pause at the button on my jeans.
Her eyes drift to mine, and it takes a few beats for me to gain enough control to look at her rather than her paused fingers.
”What”s wrong?” I ask, stopping myself just shy of vowing to fix everything that could possibly keep this night from continuing.
”Before we go any further,” she says, almost making me lose focus again when she licks her lips. ”I won”t have sex with you without protection.”
”Of course not,” I manage as I roll my hips to get her hands moving once again.
”So do you have one?”
”One what?” She pulls her head back when I lean down to press my lips to her throat.
”A condom, Walker. Can you focus for just a minute?”
I shake my head. I couldn”t concentrate on anything else right now if I wanted to.
”We have to stop.”
Like cold water splashed on me during that first week in basic training, I take a step back, my heart rate taking longer than it probably should to begin to settle.
”Sorry,” I say, pulling in a deep breath and willing my erection to deflate, as if it won”t take me jacking off three times a day for the next week to actually make that happen.
”We can”t go any further if you don”t have a condom.”
”Oh! I have one.” With frantic hands, I pull my wallet from my back pocket and pull the thing from inside, taking an extra moment to check the damn date to make sure it isn”t expired with how long the damn thing has been in there. ”Not expired.”
She doesn”t bother to look at the thing despite me holding it out for her inspection.
”I thought you were saying you didn”t have one,” she says, her smile growing.
”I keep one in my wallet, but I don”t want you thinking I planned—”
”Shut up, Walker,” she says, taking the condom from my hand and pressing her lips to mine.
The next couple of minutes are spent growing breathless as she works to open my jeans and slides her hand down the length of my cock.
I swear a swarm of insects take flight in my stomach.
”Jesus,” I grunt, the shock of how her touch makes me feel almost otherworldly.
”Take care of this,” she says, slapping the condom back into my palm before reaching to pull her own shirt over her head. ”While I get undressed.”
I want to open my mouth and argue with her, but I”m also afraid that trying to dictate this situation when she”s making it very clear she”s the one in control would make her stop. So I do what the woman says, opening the condom with my teeth and rolling it down my hypersensitive cock.
I pinch myself just under the head to stave off the threat of ruining both our nights as I watch her shove her pants down.
The bra still covering her breasts is sexy as hell, but as much as she wants this to be quick and to the point, I”d regret not getting my mouth on her skin.
Stepping forward, I pull down the cup of her bra and suck her nipple into my mouth. Her fingers pull at my hair, but not in a way that makes me believe she wants me to stop. I do the same with the other breast, flicking my tongue at her peaked nipple before forming a ring of suction around it.
Her moans and groans of pleasure might possibly be what”s keeping me alive right now because there”s certainly no air left in the room to breathe with the way she”s panting.
”Walker,” she groans, but instead of drawing me closer, her hands push me away.
”What”s wrong?” I gasp.
”Nothing,” she says, shoving down her jeans and her panties. She turns around and bends over the desk in front of me so I don”t have time to see a damn thing.
This just won”t do. I”m all for a quick and dirty fuck, but that”s not my plan for tonight at all. I”d never waste this time with her that way. Quick and dirty is meant to take the edge off before a night out together. It”s for early mornings when you have to decide between morning wood and a growling stomach, knowing you can have the best of both worlds if you play your cards right.
Quick and dirty isn”t for first times, especially where she”s concerned.
”What are you doing?” she asks as I force her to straighten up and face me.
I crouch down in front of her, but her hands rip at my hair in a not-so-good way.
”No,” she says. ”I”ve been working all night.”
”Okay,” I tell her.
Instead of burying my head between her legs, I reach down and untie her shoe.
”I”m not going to fuck you bent over my desk, Claire.”
I pull off her shoe and slide one leg of her jeans off. If she wanted me to just bend her over and get her off, I know better than to step completely out of those guidelines. She probably has no interest in soft and slow. Besides, we don”t exactly have a bed, and I know she”d probably freak out if I suggested going back to my house or to hers.
I press my lips to her lower abdomen, letting my tongue trace her belly button before catching a nipple in my mouth on the way up to her mouth.
My lips are on hers, and I feel the sharp intake of breath when I pull her leg up onto my hip as I roll my cock against her slick warmth.
”It feels like you”re teasing me,” she whispers.
”Just building anticipation,” I promise. ”You ready, baby?”
”Please,” she pants, her fingers digging into my lower back as she urges me closer.
”Watch,” I tell her as I take a half-step back and reach between us.
I know immediately our height difference complicates things, but she doesn”t argue when I lift her, turning both of us and pressing her into the wall.
Her legs encircle my waist, one bare and feeling like heaven, and the other scratchy and heavy with the full weight of her jeans.
My eyes flutter closed when I guide myself to her entrance and press forward only a few inches. Tight heat engulfs the tip of my cock, and I don”t even try to fight the moan that bubbles up from my chest and past my lips.
”That”s it,” I praise when she widens her legs further to accommodate my size both between her legs and inside of her.
With my hands cupping her ass and holding her against the wall, I simultaneously press inside of her and lower my mouth to hers.
It takes a moment, a few extra breaths of holding still, as she acclimates before she moves her tongue against mine.
I can”t recall a single other moment in my life that is more perfect than the one I”m in right now.
I pull back and press forward, relishing every whimper, every plea of more that meets my lips.
Her fingernails cut into my scalp when she comes, her eyes wide, her mouth forming an ”O” as her body unleashes its claim on her pleasure.
I could end all of it right now. I could easily let her release pull mine from my body, but I fight that urge, somehow succeeding.
I shift us, loving the way she clings to me as if she never wants to let me go. I hold her easily with one arm and sweep the top of my desk, unconcerned for the mess I”ve created when months of paperwork and receipts cover the floor.
I lay her out, sucking my thumb into my mouth before swirling it on her clit. Her teeth dig into her lower lip as her hands reach up to cup her breasts. Before I growl at the fabric covering them, she unclips the front snap and palms them.
”Walker,” she moans. ”More.”
I give her as much as I can manage, pinching and swiping at her swollen clit. The woman is both fire and ice. I want to explode like a volcano but, at the same time, I want to freeze this moment in ice because I never want it to end.
When she comes a second time, her core pulsing down my length, I”m left not having to make any decisions because my body takes the reins.
I grunt an embarrassing sound I don”t have the wherewithal to focus on right now as I come.
Pulling from her feels like the most wicked combination of both heaven and hell.