Page 98 of Finding Redemption

“The fuck you say?” My cock twitches as she sucks, swirling her tongue around it. When she takes it between her teeth, I’m ready to climb the fucking walls. “Damn.”

She peeks up at me with a smirk, working her hips so that she slides her pussy against my cock. I palm her breast. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I pull her mouth down to mine. She moans from the friction of our bodies rubbing together.

She surprises me when she reaches between us, taking my cock in her hand. She bites her lip when the head strokes her clit. I hold my breath as she eases down on me, taking me fully. I grab her hips as she rides me, watching her work her lip like she works me.

I reach between us, circling her clit with my thumb. She throws her head back as her orgasm washes over her, and I tremble at the sight of her. A tingle runs through my body as I fill her. I take her in my arms, smashing our mouths together.

We drop to the bed, limbs tangled and sated. We struggle to get our breathing under control, unable to move. “Wow. I don’t think we could do that enough for me,” she murmurs.

I flip her onto her back, lying next to her. “Yeah, I could never get my fill of you. You sure as hell shocked me with those moves, girl.”

She squeezes her eyes tight. “You give me confidence.”

“I tell you the truth. I explain what I see in you.” I sit up on my elbow. “You’re badass, Reese. You’re an incredible attorney and intelligent. The rest is icing.”

“That’s what I’m talking about. I know those things about myself, but it’s the way you describe me. It’s different.”

I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. “You’re not like any other person I’ve ever met.” She turns to me, taking my mouth with vigor.

We spend the night in each other’s arms, not leaving the bed for much of anything. There’s no other place I’d rather be.

22

Iwoke up early, just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I wasn’t. Walker’s beside me and by the way my body feels, we ran a marathon last night, which included the pole vaults. I lean on my elbow, moving the sheet to get a better look at him.

His wavy hair spikes at the ends, here and there. A strong jawline frames those perfect lips. His chest is massive helping to outline his abs. Needless to say, I’ve never seen a deeper V cut in my life. It could be because his girth lays along his thigh that makes the entire package perfect. His legs are cut, showcasing each muscle.

“Are you staring or glaring at me?” His voice is raspy with sleep.

“Neither.” I smirk when he forces one eye open.

“But you’re looking at me.” He squints from the light streaming through the windows.

“I’m ogling you. There’s a difference.” I toss back the cover. “Geez, someone’s touchy.” I roll my eyes and start to crawl from the bed.

“I’m about to touch you. Come here.” Walker’s hand is around my stomach, tugging me back into him.

“Hey, Mr.” I pretend to fight as he tucks me into his chest.

“Mmm, I like this.” He moves my hair over his arm and breathes into my ear. “Have I mentioned how much I love your hair?”

“The way you pull it, I thought maybe you were wanting to get rid of it.”

His body goes rigid behind me. “I thought you said I didn’t hurt you?”

My stomach knots, thinking I’ve worried him. I twist my body, staring at him. “Walker, you didn’t hurt me.” I close my eyes, swallowing hard. Fuck, just say it. “I loved it. All of it. The hair pulling, the hard fuck, the grinding and most of all, the way you took control. It’s crazy scary how well you know my body.”

“I’ve studied it long enough, I should know your hips better than you. Or at least your ass.” He shrugs.

My face turns red. “My stars, you know how to embarrass a girl.”

“Baby, after last night, I know your body so well, I could tell your momma a thing or two about it.” His lip curls, and he winks at me.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” I glare at him. Before I realize what’s happening, he flips me over and is on top of me, leering.

“Say it again. I mean it, Reese.” He leans down, smashing our mouths together. “For the record, I never left with Candy.”

“But you have. You two were a thing, right?” Why did I ask? I don’t want to know. It’s his past. I’m a glutton for self-hate.