Chapter Twenty
Iris
We don't leave until after midnight. I'm exhausted, my stomach is rumbling, and my feet are dying from these heels.
But none of that matters.
Because Walker is wrapping his arms around me. He's leaning in to press his soft lips to mine.
He sucks on my bottom lip.
I dig my fingers into his cotton t-shirt as I pull back with a sigh.
He brushes a hair behind my ear. His eyes stay glued to mine. They promise satisfaction. Affection. Love.
He slides his hand over my ass.
I lean into his touch. This makes sense. This is something I understand. And it's simple. I want him. He wants me. We make each other come.
It's perfect.
He leans in to whisper in my ear. "It's too far to my place."
"Mine is farther."
He rocks his hips, pinning me to the wall outside of Inked Hearts.
Mmm. His body feels so good against mine.
I'm tempted to fuck him right here, on this semi-busy Venice Beach street in the middle of the night.
Really, really tempted.
"Ahem." Someone clears their throat.
Walker turns to the noise. It's Dean.
He motions to the shop. "There's a perfectly good back room."
"Ryan will kill me," Walker says.
"Hey Iris. How you doing?" Dean asks.
"Uh…" Breathless. "Good."
He chuckles. "I bet." He motions to the other side of the street. "I'm gonna get a drink. You're not invited."
Walker laughs. "Wasn't gonna come."
"Damn. That's self-restraint." Dean's earlier don't break my friend's heart warning is gone. He's just friendly… ish.
Walker turns back to me. He brings his hand to my hip. Pulls my body into his as he pushes me again
st the wall.
It's incredibly hot.
I stare back into his dark eyes. "Your place. Now."