Breathe, Brook. Breathe. I lean my head back to look at him. With the moonlight shining in the window, I can make out the features of his face. He’s staring at me, and my breath hitches. “Walker?”
He shakes his head. “I can’t lose you, Brook. I won’t. I need you in my life.”
His voice is thick and filled with emotion. I put my hands on each side of his face, still not believing that this is happening and that this is real. Fuck, if I’m dreaming I don’t ever want to wake up.
I lean in, knowing that I need to kiss him. I need to feel his mouth on mine. Our lips mesh, and I ignore the pain of my cut lip. There’s nothing that will stop me and have me pull away now. His hands are everywhere, stroking my arms, then down my back, across my waist, down my hips, and I drown in the feeling. It’s perfect. He’s perfect.
My hips flex, seeking his, and his hardness presses into me. “Yes,” I say at the same time he pulls back. He’s panting, his voice raspy. “Brook, baby, we can’t. Not like this. Not after the night you had.”
I blink, dazed. He really is a good man. “I wanted you, Walker. From the first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that I wanted you to be mine. For five years, I’ve dreamed about lying in your arms, kissing you.... loving you.” I push him back, and he goes easily. I move over top of him, ignoring the pulled and hurt muscles in my body. “Please don’t stop. Don’t take this from me.”
His hips lift, and his cock presses right to my core. He’s hard and hot, threatening the strength of my silk panties between us. “Please,” I sob, overcome.
His hands go to my face, cupping my cheeks and pulling me down to look into my eyes. “Are you sure? I can wait until you’re healed. As long as you’re in my arms, I can wait, Brook.”
I’m shaking my head. “I’m done waiting. I need you,” I plead with him.
He removes my shirt, pulling it from my body. His shorts and my panties are off, and our bodies are pressed together. His kiss is heated, his hands cupping my ass, holding me to him. He grunts when I position myself, and his cock slides between my thighs. He’s not even in me yet, but the feel of his rod along my swollen slit has my whole body tightening in expectation.
His hands kneed my skin, massaging me and making me feel good... feel whole again. I wasn’t lying; I need this. I need him.
“Was your story true?” I ask him breathlessly.
He pulls his head back to look in up my eyes. “I wouldn’t lie to you, Brook. This right here is something I’ve thought about a thousand times, hell, a million times. You’re mine. You always have been, you always will be.”
I nod, and he shakes his head. “Tell me. I need to hear the words. Say you’re mine.”
I smile at him, my heart mending in this moment. “I’m yours.”
He gingerly pushes me onto my back and hovers over me. His look is full-on possession. He owns me. I know he does, and I’m completely all right with it. “I’m yours, too, baby. Don’t hurt me.”
I gasp at the thought that I could hurt him. He’s Walker, one of the strongest men I know. He’s everything, and he thinks I could hurt him. Before I can even question him, he tells me, “You could, you know. You could destroy me in a minute. Leave me, date another man, hell, even look at one and I’ll come undone, Brook. Anything you want or need, I want to be the one to give it to you.”
He positions his cock at my entrance, and I sigh. “You are the only one that can give me what I need.” I say it slowly, letting him know how sincere I am.
He pushes into me, his arms around me, kissing my breasts, nipping my shoulder, licking everywhere he can reach while he pummels in and out of me. He’s filling me up, taking me to the edge and bringing me back.
I groan, and he stops instantly. “Are you okay?” He tries to pull away, “Fuck! We shouldn’t be doing this, not like this.”
I wrap my legs around him. There’s no way he’s stopping now. “I feel better than I’ve ever felt, Walker. Don’t stop.”
“Your ribs... your face.”
I shake my head and grab his hand, moving it down between my thighs. “I don’t even feel pain. All I can feel right now is you. Make me feel good, Walker.”
10
Walker
I’m already petting her clit, circling it with my finger. Her pussy is soaked and weeping for me. She’s so close, and more than anything I want to give her what she needs. I’ve already been too rough on her, but she’s irresistible. She brings an uncontrollable urge out of me. “Come for me, Brook. Come and I’ll give you what you want,” I tell her as my hips flex with need to be inside her. Her arm slides between us, and she grips me, wrapping her hand around my rock-hard girth. My whole body freezes, everything except my hand and my fingers plunging in and out of her.