Outside the moments he’s with me, I’ve caught him far more stressed than I’d like. Part of his anxiety is about the big event, I’m sure, though I have a feeling it’s more than just that. We’re both aware of my time in Hope Harbor coming to an end, and every time my phone beeps with another message from my boss in Nantucket, Walker disappears and I feel an insane pressure mounting. I don’t even want the job anymore. I just wish I had a valid reason to stay. And being Walker’s personal sex toy isn’t it, no matter how much I enjoy it.
I sink into the sheets and suck in a long breath, frowning as I smell something familiar.Is that my—It couldn’t be—Is he?
No, I shake my head. There’s no way.
I throw the covers off the bed and tiptoe to the bathroom door, which is slightly ajar, and inhale again. My smile grows. Stepping inside, I reach for the shower curtain and pull it back. “Caught red-handed.”
Walker’s hand, which is already strangling my shampoo bottle, squeezes tighter as he hisses, “Jesus, Tal.”
I’m laughing as I shake my head. “I thought I was going crazy. I couldn’t figure out how I was going through so much shampoo.”
Walker’s head falls forward and he sighs. “You’re never going to let me live this down.”
Confused, I ponder, “Do you like the way your hair smells when you use it?”
Walker squeezes his eyes shut and drops the shampoo bottle on the side ledge. Then he rubs the shampoo between his palms and brings his hands up to his nose.
“No. I was the one going crazy, sniffing your damn shampoo so I wouldn’t go after you.”
I smile when he finally looks at me. Water drips down his hard body, and the smolder he hits me with has my thighs clenching.
“You aren’t trying to not go after me anymore, though,” I remind him. “You have me. So what were you doing with the shampoo?”
His eyes bore into mine, but he doesn’t answer.
“Wait, were you more than sniffing, Cowboy? Were you—” My eyes narrow. “Did you?” My gaze drops. His dick, heavybetween his legs, practically bounces at my interest. “Did you rub yourself with it?”
Walker grunts as he squeezes his eyes shut, like he’s embarrassed to admit what he’s been doing.
“Show me.”
His lashes flutter open, and he hits me with a surprised moan. “Take off your clothes and get in here,” he growls.
Within seconds I’m naked and in the shower with him. He steps back so I’m under the stream of water and then his fist goes to his cock and he begins to tug slowly.
“What would you think about?” I ask as I watch him, entranced.
“Your tits.” His fist tightens.
My fingers go to my nipples and I squeeze. “What else?”
“Your mouth. Your perfect cunt and how good you’d feel. How, when I sank inside you, this smell would be everywhere.” His hand falls against the tile to the right of me and he pushes me against the wall, still fucking himself while his forehead lands on my shoulder. He sucks at the skin of my neck, and I watch his fist work. He’s desperate for release, and I can’t decide whether I want him to take it now because I’m dying to see exactly what he looked like all those times he did it by himself, or if I’d rather prolong it for both of us.
“Don’t come yet.” I breathe out the words, and he strangles his cock with a groan.
I tilt my head and he claims my lips with his. His hand circles my neck and he squeezes gently, stealing just a bit more of my air. Holding me steady by the throat, he takes his other hand and slides it between my thighs, pinching my clit. He swallows the scream that follows with a kiss. “No whining,” he mumbles against my lips before kissing me again.
The lack of oxygen makes me slightly dizzy, which somehow leaves the rest of my body hanging like a live wire, ready to combust. By the time he slides a finger inside me, I feel like I’m floating away. His thumb massages my clit while he continues to fuck me with his fingers.
When he releases the pressure on my throat and gives me a second to breathe, he pulls back and watches his fingers fuck me. “You going to come on my fingers, or you want to make a mess of my cock?”
“Make a mess,” I answer belligerently. Because who can think when a man this sexy is looking at them like this?
He flashes me a wicked smile as he presses another kiss to my lips and returns the pressure to my throat. “Good answer.” He nips at my lips and pulls his fingers back, much to my disappointment. “Hands on the wall, bend over, ass up.”
I don’t even remember turning, but suddenly I’m facing the draining water, my hands cool against the tile as his palm lands on my ass in a loud smack.
I shoot him a look from the side. “What was that for?”
