Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Walker
I wanted to kiss her, yet I chickened out.
Why?
The ugly truth reared its head again.
My heart thudded with the word pain, pain, pain.
Memories assaulted me, happy ones now mixed with pain, hitting me left and right. I busied myself in the kitchen, hoping it would distract me, but it didn’t work. Knowing she was in my bathroom right this very moment had me going crazy on the inside.
What if I could create new memories with her? Good memories that won’t sting every time I think of them, but brought me only positive vibes.
I needed to just do it and get it over with. Stop all this thinking and debating.
The bathroom door opened, and I waited, my hands gripping the side of the counters.
“Listen, Beckett, I should—”
Before she could finish, I stalked over to her, my fists clenched at my sides.
This was my chance. This was my moment, and I was taking it.
I took her face in my hands, cupping both of her cheeks with my palms, brought my face down to meet hers, and kissed the crap out of her.
Slow and longing at first, taking my time and exploring every nook and cranny, every sweet, delectable taste. I pushed my tongue inside and tangoed with hers. Everything about her was intoxicating, and I wanted more.
I placed my hands on her hips and walked her backward toward my couch, her knees hitting the back of it and giving out. She tumbled down, taking me with her as we fell onto the couch like two teenagers in a hot and heavy make-out session.
Deepening the kiss, I moved my hands to her hair, tangling in the soft strands and gently tugging. She moaned in response, and I smiled against her sexy lips.
She tasted better than I imagined, like the best kind of dessert, and I couldn’t get enough.
With one hand, I grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her head backward, breaking our kiss.
Her hot breath came out in spurts, and without leaving her any time to react, I buried my face in her neck, inhaling a fruity, candy-like scent.
I tasted her skin with my tongue, nipped at her with my teeth, and loved how she fell apart in my arms.
Her camera came off first, setting it to the side.
With no warning, she placed her hands on my chest and gently pushed me back.
Her hands fell to her waist, and she lifted her sweater over her head, revealing only a tight tank top beneath.
My head dipped low, and I kissed her chest, darting my tongue out and licking my way down to between her breasts.
Emilia didn’t hesitate to move further, pulling her tank top off and then her boots and leggings, leaving only a lacy bra and a barely there pair of panties. How they even counted as a pair of panties was beyond me, but I wasn’t complaining.
I unbuttoned my shirt, tore it off, and tossed it to the side along with my T-shirt underneath. Watching Emilia see my hard, chiseled stomach had me chuckling under my breath.
“Didn’t think an older guy like me would have a six-pack, did you?”
“You can’t be older than thirty,” Emilia said as her fingers traced circles over my defined chest and stomach muscles.
“Thirty-five. But thanks for the compliment.”
“We don’t give ourselves enough. You don’t look a day over twenty-five.”
I laughed loudly and brought my arms around to her backside, sliding down to her ass, where I massaged her cheeks. “I’m afraid to ask how old you are.”
She giggled, her cheeks flushing crimson. “Twelve years your junior.”
My eyes bulged momentarily. “Twenty-three? You hot little ticket, you.” I kissed her lips softly.
Emilia grinned, wasting no time in taking what she wanted.
Her hands found the waist of my pants, and her fingers began fumbling with the belt, undoing the clasp, and moving on to my jeans.
Within seconds, her little hand was deep inside my pants, her fingers tracing the outline of my dick over the top of my boxers.
Moans escaped my throat as she slowly ran her fingers over my swollen cock, her touch just what I needed to build myself up. My mouth latched onto her neck, and I sucked hard, marking her, making sure the universe knew she was mine.
“I want to take you to bed,” I said between groans, her fingers working pure magic on my stiff cock.
“I thought you said you were hungry?” Emilia looked up at me, her eyes blazing with heat.
“Yeah, I still am. For you.” I lifted her into my arms, instantly missing her hand on me. Her legs wrapped around my waist as my hands went to her ass for support.
We kissed and kissed, and I slowly walked us upstairs, holding her in my arms and kissing her at the same time. Her soft, warm skin felt perfect against mine, as if we were made for each other—two peas in a pod, finally finding each other.
Somehow, I made it up the stairs without either of us falling, and when we reached my room, I stopped at the end of the bed and gently laid her down, spreading her out before me like the dessert she was.
I licked my lips and climbed on top of her for a kiss. “You might want to sit up for this,” I said before moving off the bed and standing on the floor once more.
Emilia leaned up on her elbows, with a cheeky grin on her face.
Her eyes danced under the soft glow of my bedroom lights.
I slowly stripped my jeans off, pushing them down my legs inch by inch, until they were a heap on the floor.
I did the same with my boxers, moving slower this time, until my cock sprang free, hard as rock and standing at full attention.
Her eyes dropped, and she licked her lips, sending a jolt through me.
I’d never tire of the way she looked at me.
Her eyes were wild, her hair tangled, her body spread out before me to feast on.
Now, tomorrow, five years, ten years from now, I’d remember this moment.
Forever.