When I look up, Walker is in the doorway, his hands flexing at his sides, his gaze fixed on me.
“Nervous about going into a girl’s bedroom? Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand if that’ll make it less scary,” I tease, holding mine out to him.
Walker chuckles, shaking his head. “It’s best if I stay put. If I’m close enough to touch you, I’ll be tempted to do a whole lot more than watch—and I’m trying to be good tonight.”
My lips round into an O.
“What if I don’t want you to be good?” I ask tentatively.
His jaw tightens, hands flexing at his sides. “You’re making it very difficult for me to act like a gentleman right now.”
I’m on the verge of pleading with him to forget about that and skip a few steps to get to the lesson we’re both eager for. But then I remember I’m about to get completely naked in front of him as he guides me toward what I hope will be my first-ever climax. I’m slowly building my confidence, but diving in fully overnight isn’t realistic—no matter how loudly my impulsive, lust-driven side argues otherwise.
“Why don’t you show me that vibrator of yours,” Walker suggests.
I blink. “Oh, right.”
Before I can overthink it, I pluck the infamous pink device from the bin, holding it out like radioactive waste. Just being near the thing is poisoning my optimism that tonight’s outcome will be any different than in the past.
Walker studies it from across the room, scrutinizing every angle. “Is that the only one you’ve got?”
I cast him a sidelong glance, running my fingers through my hair. “I have another one, but I’ve never used it, and I’m sure it’s just as useless.”
“Why don’t you show it to me anyway?”
I sigh, knowing there’s no point in arguing. I rummage through my nightstand drawer until I find my blue rabbit vibrator. When I first got it, I took it out of the box, but after one look at the little attached arm, I got overwhelmed and shoved it in the drawer, where it’s stayed out of sight until now.
A smile curves at the corners of Walker’s mouth. “That’ll do.”
I tilt my head. “Care to elaborate?”
“You should use that one.” He motions to the vibrator in my hand. “That is… if you’re still up for this.”
My grip tightens on the device as I glance between it and Walker. The choice is all mine, and I know that if I asked him to leave, he would—but I don’t want that. Instead, I’m determined to pull a reaction from him, to prove that I affect him just as much as he affects me. The thought fuels my confidence, giving me the courage to speak my mind without restraint.
“Oh, I’m still game. The question is, can you keep up this little discipline act of yours while I’m sprawled naked on the bed, playing with my vibrator?”
Flirting with Walker makes my heart race, and when I’m not overthinking, it feels effortless—like we’re drawn together by gravity, every glance and every touch pulling us closer.
He raises an eyebrow. “That’s one dirty mouth for someone who claims to be so innocent.”
I shrug. “What can I say? All those flirting lessons are doing wonders for my confidence.”
“Look at you, putting what you’ve learned into practice.” He takes a step toward me but stops himself at the last second.“Why don’t you show me by taking off your clothes. I want to look at you,” he says, his chocolate-brown eyes pinning me in place. “Allof you.”
There’s no denying him when he uses that low, commanding tone that sends a shiver down my spine. I set the device on the bed, my hands slightly shaking as I lift my tank top over my head, revealing my plain white bra. I mentally scold myself for not wearing something sexier, fully aware there was a chance I’d end up here tonight.
I’m jolted out of my self-conscious spiral by Walker’s firm tone. “Birdie, look at me.”
I slowly meet his heated gaze. “Yeah?”
“You’re so beautiful.” His voice comes out rough.
I can’t stop the smile from tugging at my lips, his words giving me the reassurance I need to slide down my shorts and panties, leaving only my bra.
When I glance back at Walker, I find his hand gripping the doorframe. The air between us crackles with tension, heat shooting through me and settling low in my belly.
“Take your bra off,” he orders.
