“It’s my day off.”
“Mine, too,” he said with a raised eyebrow.
“Wanna help me fold laundry?”
He looked down at her basket. She’d piled all her unmentionables on top. “Just try and stop me.”
The way his voice dropped reminded her with sudden and violent force of how she’d gotten off the night before. Her blush had nothing to do with the lacy panties he was eyeing and everything to do with the ones she wanted him to tear off.
“Let’s do this.” She picked up the basket and led him toward her lair.
Turned out she didn’t have to do much leading. As soon as she set the basket on the coffee table, Walker spun her around and kissed her. A long, deep kiss that had her dizzy within seconds. “I’ve been wanting to do that since last night. You have no idea how crazy you made me.”
Oh, she had some idea. Smiling, she rose on her toes to kiss him again. She slid one hand over his beard, marveling at how soft it was. She wanted to feel it everywhere.
His kiss was more urgent today, his hands a little rougher when they slid over her hips and down to her ass. Had she really driven him that crazy? Apparently she had, because he was hard as a rock against her belly.
“Charlie,” he said against her jaw. “I’m sorry. I want to touch you again. Tell me to stop anytime. I swear I will. But I want to touch you. Please.”
God. Poor man. He still thought she wanted to take it slow. He was in for a surprise. “You can touch me, Walker.”
“Thank God,” he groaned. “I want to. So much.”
She pushed him toward the bedroom, and he went willingly, tugging her along as he kissed her and walked backward through the door.
She wished she was wearing something sexier than yoga pants and a T-shirt, but he seemed to like the feel of her ass through the pants, and at least she was braless and her shirt was easy access. He had it off and over her head before she’d even fallen back onto her bed.
“God, I love your tits,” he said as he followed her down to the mattress.
“You’re easy to please,” she murmured, then lost herself in a gasp as his mouth closed over her nipple. Yes, he was definitely rougher this time. He sucked her harder. His teeth scraped over her and she shuddered against him.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured against her skin. Then he drew her in again.
The contrast between nice Walker and sexual Walker made everything inside her tighten. They’d been friends so long, and she’d wanted him so long, and how many times had she fantasized that he’d say I’m sorry as he took advantage of her? God, yes. He was sorry but he couldn’t stop himself from touching her. He was so sorry, but he had to.
By the time he moved to her other breast, Charlie was squirming for more. She needed his hands on her pussy. She needed his mouth, too. Oh, God, she needed that and he’d promised her.
And now his mouth was moving down, his beard sliding over her belly as his hands went to the waist of her pants.
“Is this okay?” he murmured. He slowly peeled the fabric down, exposing her hip bones first, then the top of her panties. “This is okay, right, Charlie?”
She didn’t say yes or no. She wanted him like this, uncertain and desperate as he stripped her. She wore only her panties now, and he looked at her for a moment, his blue eyes shining and hot, cheekbones flushed above the edge of his beard. His hair was sweetly mussed from her clasping fingers. He was gorgeous. Even with all his clothes on, he was the kind of centerfold a girl could get off to.
Walker laid one of his hands over the front of her underwear. He just held it there, watching as his thumb traced the edge of the silky fabric. She watched, too. His hand was so wide, his blunt-nailed fingers thick, and the skin so scarred and dark against her most delicate flesh. He could hurt her if he wanted to, but he never would. Not unless she asked him very nicely.
As they both watched, his fingers stole beneath the edge of her panties and slipped down. She moved her thighs apart and eased up onto her elbows to watch. His fingertips traced over her plump lips, just the edge, then back up. Teasing her. Testing her. She held her breath as he did it again. Then his fingers slid along wetness and brushed her clit.
“Oh,” she gasped. Walker watched her face. She was breathing hard and fast already.
“I want to taste you,” he said, before he leaned forward and pressed one nearly chaste kiss to her mound. Then another. When he opened his mouth over her, she felt the shocking heat and wetness of him through that thin fabric.
She gasped his name and he licked her. His tongue slipped over her clit as she watched him, tormenting her through her pink panties. “Oh, God. Walker.” He did it again, and now that the fabric was wet, it felt even better. But not good enough. Not nearly good enough. Then his fingers slipped over her slick lips and this time, he pushed deeper. Just a little. Charlie’s hips bucked toward him in shocked pleasure.
Now his mouth closed over her and he sucked until she was whimpe
ring. “You want to leave your panties on, Charlie? It’s okay if you do.”
Fuck, he was teasing her. Working her clit with his lips and tongue, torturing her pussy with his fingers. “No,” she gasped.