Chapter 40 #2
We held each other’s gaze and my fingers curled into the back of his shoulders as I took in his expression. So much love. Desperate love.
Tears filled my eyes, and the visible emotion made his fierce expression soften with tenderness. He slid his hand along the back of my neck, tangling in my hair to grab a handful. Walker gently tugged my head back, arched my chest, and covered my right nipple with his mouth.
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?”
“I thought I did. I … I’m just not sure I can bear what she has to say.”
I remembered the look on his mother’s face that day on the street. The way she stared at me and Callie with him. Pain and longing. “I don’t think the woman I saw that day has anything hurtful to say to you. I think you should call her back. Walker … I’d give anything for my dad to reach out to me.”
His features hardened, and I realized why when he pressed his forehead to mine and growled, “Your dad is a damn fool.”
I tightened my arms around him. “Will you call your mom? I can be with you when you do. Or not. Just know I’m here.”
He nodded, drawing me against his chest. Above my head, I heard him murmur, “I’ll call her.”
“What … what happened to your sister’s boyfriend?”
Pure hatred flamed to life in his eyes. “He’s behind bars. He confessed to killing Iona, and other women came forward and pressed charges against him—harassment, battery … rape.”
“Oh my God.”
“The judge sentenced him to life in prison. Whole life order. That means he’s never getting out.”
“Good.” I felt a kinship with Iona, a woman I’d never met, not only because of Walker but because I knew what it was like to be in a relationship with someone like that. I’d survived it. She hadn’t. And that broke my goddamn heart. For her.
For Walker.
At that moment, I couldn’t get close enough to him. I wanted to meld myself to Walker Ironside like we were two halves of one whole. This was love, I realized. This was what it was like to be truly, madly, deeply in love with someone.
It was going to take some getting used to.
But I knew I could.
Because I trusted Walker like I trusted very few people in my life.
And he trusted me.
That made me feel pretty damn epic.
“I want you again.” I hitched my leg on his hip.
“Like I said,” he murmured, gently pushing me onto my back to oblige, “demanding.”
“You know it.” I opened my thighs, inviting him in. “Good thing you’ve got stamina, Walker Ironside.”
His grin flashed, wicked and exciting. “Good thing you do too. You’re going to need it.”