"I don't want time." I reach for him. "I want?—"
"I know what you want." He catches my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand. "And you’ll get it. But first, I'm going to make you fall apart. Over and over. Until you forget every reason you had for pushing me away."
The promise sends tingles whipping across my body in waves. "Walker…"
He kisses me again. His tongue parts my lips, and I get lost in him. We move more slowly this time, but it’s no less intense. His free hand works the buttons of my shirt, then moves to my bra. He exposes me inch by inch, and I’ve never felt more beautiful.
When my clothes are reduced to a pile on the floor, and all that’s left are my underwear, he pulls back to look at me.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" His mouth lowers to my collarbone, trailing hot kisses down my chest. "Seeing the way the fabric moved across your breasts every time you bent over? Knowing you’re wet for me? Fuck."
I don’t get a chance to answer. His mouth closes over my breast, and I arch into him. I gasp as his tongue swirls and teases, turning my nipples into tight, aching peaks. He moves to the other side, worshipping me until I'm writhing beneath him.
"Please." I’m not above begging now. "I need?—"
"I know what you need."
He releases my wrists and slides down my body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. When he hooks his fingers in my panties, I lift my hips to help him pull them off.
"Beautiful." He parts my thighs with his shoulders and settles between them. "Absolutely fucking beautiful."
The first stroke of his tongue makes me cry out. He licks my folds. His movements are slow and deliberate, like he’s learning me. When he finds my nub, he circles it with maddening precision, building pressure until I'm shaking with each stroke.
"Oh god. Oh god, I'm?—"
"Not yet." He pulls back, and I nearly scream in frustration. "You come when I say you can."
"You can’t just?—"
He plunges two fingers inside me, and the words die in my throat. He curls them, finding that spot, and starts a rhythm that has me seeing stars. Then his mouth returns to my nub, sucking, licking, driving me higher.
My release builds like a wave. I reach between us, fumbling with his belt, desperate to feel him. He helps me, shoving his jeans down just far enough.
His tip is already slick, and he throbs when I wrap my hand around him. He groans, muscles tightening.
"Fuck." His hips jerk into my grip. "You keep doing that, and this is going to be over way too fast."
"Then stop teasing me and fuck me."
His eyes flare, and that’s all it takes. He climbs over me and cages me in with his arms. His length nudges at my entrance. We lock eyes.
"Last chance," he says, voice strained. "Tell me to stop."
I lift my hips, taking the first inch of him inside me. "Don’t you dare."
He slams into me in one thrust.
He’s bigger than I expected, and it steals my breath. He holds still, letting me adjust, and the burn quickly melts into pleasure as he begins to move. We fall into a rhythm. It’s deep and relentless. The whole world disappears around us.
"You feel so fucking good," he growls. "So tight. So wet. It’s like you were made for me."
I can’t speak. All I can do is hold on as he drives into me, every thrust hitting that perfect spot. Fire crackles in every nerve. My walls tremble and tighten around him.
"That's it. Come for me, Eliza. Let go."
My name on his lips shatters me. My release crashes through me in waves. My walls clamp down around him. He thrusts through it, dragging the release out until I’m screaming his name.
"Fuck yes." He groans and his hips stutter. "That’s my girl. That’s my good girl."
