"I do. Please."
His fingers curl into my panties. Slowly, he pushes them off my hips.
He bends to pull them to my ankles. Then off my feet, one at a time.
He drags his fingertips up my body as he rises. Higher, higher, there.
He teases me with one finger. "Fuck, you're wet."
I reach for him. Get his waistband. Slide my palm over his crotch. "You're hard."
He nods as he drives two fingers into me.
I fumble over his button. His zipper.
There. I push his jeans off his hips. The boxers.
Mmm.
That's Walker, hard and ready for me.
About to be mine.
I pull my dress to my waist.
He brings his hands to my hips, lifts me and pins me to the wall in one swift motion.
I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders.
He stares down at me.
I dig my fingers into his skin. Nod yes, please, everything.
Slowly, his tip strains against me.
Then it's one inch at a time.
Fuck.
It's like coming home.
This is where I belong. With him. His.
No secrets, no lies, no bullshit.
Nothing but our bodies.
Nothing but—
His lips find mine. His kiss is hard. Hungry. Desperate.
Mine is the same.
Nothing else makes sense.
Nothing but this.
Nothing but him.