“Need these clothes off,” Walker rasps before going in for another kiss. He hauls me higher in his arms and begins walking forward, though I have no idea where he’s going because I can’t see and I don’t dare break contact to look.
Fingers dig into my hair as he cradles my head, protectingme from bouncing too much as he carries me to safety. Somewhere warmer.
I jostle slightly in his arms as he steps onto a wooden porch, and for a moment he pulls back and I suck in a breath. Oxygen fills my lungs but I still feel dizzy. With want, with this need that makes my vision hazy.
“You okay?” he asks. We’re beneath a porch covering so the rain no longer strains my vision, though the water is still streaming down both of our faces. He wipes the droplets from my eyes and, when I open them, I’m met with the most beautiful smile.
“I’ll be better when we’re both naked.”
He laughs. “Getting there, Wildflower.”
But before he has a chance to grab for the door, I’m reaching for him again. My hands dig into his hair as I press my mouth to his. He groans and lifts me up, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of my dress as he squeezes my bare cheeks, which are now damp from my dress. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Don’t stop,” I whimper as one of his fingers dips beneath the fabric of my thong.
“We should go inside,” he murmurs against my lips, but even as he says it, his fingers explore. “Holy fuck, you’re soaked.” He groans against my moan, sucking on my tongue as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Please,” I beg. I don’t know what I even want from him. All I know is that I need him to keep touching me. Everywhere. White-hot flames burn beneath my skin. He’s setting my body on fire with every swipe of his finger against my cool skin.
“Need me to take the edge off?” His knuckle grazes my clit, and I sigh in relief. Walker’s dimple pops as he pressesme against the wall of the house, his smile wolfish. “That feel good?”
I nod and our breaths mingle together as he continues to move his fingers slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he studies my every reaction.
How my eyes dilate. How the whimpers slip from my lips. How a blush fans across my cheeks. In his deep, raspy voice, he details the expressions on my face as his finger slowly slips inside me and my mouth falls open in shock.
I’m going to come. It’s embarrassing how quickly he’s getting me there, but I know without a doubt that the way he’s thrusting his finger and grinding his palm on my clit, I’m going to explode. His brown eyes never leave mine, and his mouth eats my every moan and whimper until I’m clamping down and pulsing, warmth spreading over my body like the jets from a bubble bath.
I’m hot and unbelievably turned on, my need for him nowhere near fulfilled. “More,” I groan.
Walker swallows like he can’t get a word out just yet, then he reaches for the door handle and carries me inside. He’s just set me on my feet and is reaching for the buttons on my dress when I register where we are. It’s one of the cottages. I’d worried he hadn’t made much progress, but this one is in better shape than I thought. I glance around. Most of the room is covered in white sheets, and the walls look like they’ve been freshly painted.
“When did you have time to do all this?”
Walker shakes his head. “Later. We’ll talk later.”
His lips trail down my neck, and all thoughts fall away.
My hands go to his waist, and I tug on the hem of his shirt. “Off.”
His laugh is husky as he steps back and pulls it over his head with one hand. Then he’s kicking off his waterlogged boots and stripping off his wet jeans.
Though my rain-soaked clothes are dripping all over the hardwood floors, I can’t seem to move as Walker stands before me, completely nude. His cock is hard, standing tall and straining toward me.
“Holy big dick,” I whisper, unable to get over just how large he is. I lick my lips. “Are all cowboys that well-endowed?”
He grunts as he steps one foot forward, but I hold up my hand. “Wait.” His brows raise. “Touch yourself,” I demand.
A smirk kicks up the side of his face, pulling that dimple deeper into his cheek. “You want a show?”
I nod. God, do I.
“Need you out of those dripping clothes first. Can’t have you getting sick on me.”
I push down one of my boots with my heel and then kick it across the room before doing the same with the other one. “Worried about me not being able to help at the festival?” I tease.
He grips his cock and runs his hand down the smooth expanse. “No, I’m worried about you, Wildflower. I couldn’t give a fuck about the festival.”
Those words are heady. So is the visual in front of me: Walker working himself slowly as I continue to undress. My bra and panties stick against my skin after the spring thunderstorm. I peel off my panties, keeping my eyes on Walker as I bend down, not wanting to miss a moment of what he likes. Learning how he wants to be touched, how I can please him.
