I'm pretty sure she actually means it.
I kiss her breathless and then do what a wise man should: I retreat.
"You're relentless," she muttersthe following morning, throwing her hands up when she finds me on her porch half an hour before she usually heads to the kitchen.
"Told you that I wasn't givin' up, Sunshine," I murmur, prowling toward her.
She scowls at me, but she doesn't try to stop me when I wrap my hands around her waist, hauling her up against me. I only mean to kiss her. Truthfully, that's the only thing on my mind. But when she bites my bottom lip, images from my dreams slam into me like a fucking freight train.
I fucked her all over her house in my dreams last night. I woke up with my cock in my hand this morning and her name on my lips.
I end up pinning her against her front door, her legs spread wide around my hips.
"Stop me," I growl, grinding my cock against her hot little pussy while attacking her neck. "Right now, Letty."
"I…I…" Her head thumps against the door, her nails digging crescents into my shoulders. "Don't stop."
There are no better words on earth. There just aren't.
I slip my hand between us, shoving it into her leggings. Her little lace panties are soaked. She's bare beneath, swollen and dripping for me. I know damn well that I shouldn't be doing this right here and now, but when she whimpers my name, grinding against my palm, I can't help myself.
"I want you comin' all over my fingers, Sunshine," I growl, sucking at the pulse in her throat. "Ride my hand until you break for me."
I slip one and then another finger inside her, damn near losing my mind at how tight she is. At how wet she is. Christ Almighty, she wraps around me like silk.
"Walker," she moans, panting. Her hips buck, her body writhing.
"Just like that, baby. Keep riding them just like that," I croon against her skin, running my thumb in circles over her clit. Iwant to draw this out, take my time, and eke out every last ounce of pleasure I can get from her, but there's time for that later.
I nip her skin, curling my fingers up to strum her G-spot. "Give it to me, Letty baby."
She chokes on my name, splintering apart with the sweetest whimper. I crash my mouth down on hers, swallowing her soft cries as she shakes apart in my arms, coming like a goddamn dream. I don't let up until she's limp and boneless in my arms, shivering through aftershocks.
"Good girl," I croon, slowly pulling my hand from her panties.
She whimpers when I pop them into my mouth, licking them clean.
"You taste like a dream, Sunshine."
"Walker," she groans, squirming like she's embarrassed.
"Hey." I tip her head back, forcing her to look at me. "I told you that I'm not giving up. Not until these—" I press my palm against her sex and then her heart— "are mine."
Her wide eyes meet mine, full of something I can't name. It's some mix of hope and fear that makes my breath catch.
I kiss her again softly, and then slowly ease her back to her feet, reading that look for what it is. She wants this, maybe as much as I do, but she doesn't fully trust me yet.
That'll change.
Until it does, I've got time.
Idon't manage tomake it back in time to escort her to the kitchen for dinner. I barely make it back in time to eat dinner, but I'm pleasantly surprised when I drop into a chair, weary allthe way to my fucking bones, and she immediately brings a plate over to me.
She hasn't tried toenhancemy food since I saved her life, but my first bite is tentative anyway…just in case.
She's a damn good cook. The pork loin is so tender, it damn near melts in my mouth.
"Jesus, Sunshine," I groan, flicking a glance up at her. "This is damn good."
