Page 82 of Finding Redemption

“Are you trying to be a gentleman? Because I’m thinking the way you dry humped me the other night kinda voids it.” The mere image of her beneath me makes me hard.

“At some point, that smartass mouth is gonna get you into trouble.”

“I hope so, sir.” Her eyes burn a path down my body as I sit beside her. Thankful for the blanket that’s about to become a tent.

“Watch the movie, Reese.” I point at the television with a shaky hand, my pulse racing.

“You’re so hot and cold. I’m beginning to get whiplash.” She rubs her neck, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.

“I’m working really hard to not fuck this up.” I place the remote on the table, leaning back to get comfortable.

Reese spins in her seat, leaning against my shoulder. “You’re doing pretty damn good.”

“Thank you.” I lay my hand on her thigh with a sigh.

18

The sweat I’m breaking should only mean two things: I’m working out or I’m having sex. Neither is happening. I pry an eye open, only to be faced with a hairy arm. Which explains my hard pillow. I have to move; my body needs to stretch.

I’m tangled in all man parts. I’m not complaining but he’s heavy. I twist, trying to wiggle free of him. I turn to my back; his hand rides up my stomach. Oh, hell, no! I squirm again, trying to free myself from his arm. It lands on my breast, palming it.

I cock a brow, turning to look at him. He appears to be asleep. I glance at his hand, giving thought to staying here and pretending to wake when he does. Weird, right? I move my hips. He moves his crotch against them. Fuck it, I’m staying here.

When his cock begins to swell, I have no doubt… he’s fucking with me and not in the way I want him to. “Walker. Walker,” I call his name, resulting in him nuzzling my chest. Yeah, I’m never leaving.

“Mornin’,” a gravely, sexy voice rumbles through my chest. My panties are immediately wet.

I tilt my head to face him. “Hey, handsome.”

“There’s so much I want to say but with my hand full of your almost exposed breast, I’m wishing my teeth were brushed for a different activity.” His eyes haven’t left my cleavage.

“So, the fact your hips are riding me as your knee is wedged between my thighs does nothing. It’s all about the breast.” I wave my hand around my boob.

“Yeah.” He winks at me and I swoon.

“You gonna just lay there or let me up?”

“Lay here.” He brushes my nose with his. “You do realize we didn’t even kiss last night.”

My nipples tighten. I know he realizes it because his nostrils flare, and I drag in a ragged breath. “I also see we still have our clothes on.”

He sighs. “Not my choice. You fell asleep.”

“Where are we?” I wring my neck, looking around the room. “How’d we get in your bed?”

“I carried you.” He grins, and I’m mortified.

I cover my face with my arm, dying. “You carried me? From over there to here?”

“Yes. And I showed great restraint in not undressing you.” He runs his lips across my jaw. I fight to keep from squeezing my legs from the fire burning in my core.

“Are you going to tease me forever?”

“Maybe. I sure as hell like your body’s response to me.” He nips my earlobe.

“Damn you. If you don’t take me soon, I may need to top from the bottom.” I squirm under his perusal of my body. He grinds into my thigh while kneading my breast. His finger slips beneath my bra, grazing my nipple.

“What if,” he places soft kisses on my cheek, “you come to dinner with me Friday at Riley and Ava’s?”