The living room and kitchenette are on one end of the space. A well-worn leather couch faces a TV on a stand, and next to it is a bookshelf full of Westerns and action movies. In the kitchen area, there’s a brown card table with a single chair, a compact stove and oven set against the counter with a microwave mounted above, and a small fridge tucked in the corner.
On the other side of the space, a queen-sized bed is centered against the wall with a black nightstand and lamp beside it, and a matching dresser sits against the opposite wall. And an open door leads to the bathroom.
The place might have minimal furniture and decor, but it’s still a warm, welcoming space that reflects Walker’s personality.
“Sorry, it’s not much,” he says, turning on the rest of the lights.
“It’s really nice, but to be honest, I don’t care about how your place looks.” I close the distance between us, my hand brushing against his arm.
I’ve been waiting to be alone with him too, and not just so we could have a conversation.
Walker exhales sharply, and before I can react, he lifts me into his arms, my hands finding their way around his neck. He walks us backward until I’m pressed against the nearest wall, holding me steady with one arm while his other hand cups my face, his thumb and forefinger gently cradling my chin.
“I swear my family dragged out dinner on purpose,” he complains.
He doesn’t have to worry—I’m not leaving this loft until he’s kissed me senseless, amongother things.
“Now that you have me alone, what are you going to do about it?” I whisper.
He slowly runs his thumb across my mouth. “Ever since you had these pouty lips wrapped around my dick, all I’ve been able to think about is getting a taste of that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Well? What are you waiting for?” I ask, drawing his thumb between my lips and swirling my tongue around the tip.
“Fuck me,” he growls, a hunger sparking behind his eyes. “First, we’ve got to get you out of these clothes.” He lowers me to the floor. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
I can’t stop the whimper that escapes me as I do as he asks, placing my palms against the exposed brick. Every cell in my body is on fire as he pushes my hair over my shoulder, the cool air grazing against my skin.
He places one hand firmly on my hip and uses the other to slowly drag down the zipper of my dress. The suspense isunbearable. I exhale sharply as he grinds his rigid cock against my ass.
I’m grateful that he doesn’t treat me like glass or give me a chance to get lost in my head. Instead, he makes me feel desired in a way I never have, as if every curve and contour of my body has him completely captivated. The way he knows just what I need to keep my nerves in check sends red-hot arousal racing through me.
“You wore this dress to torment me, didn’t you?” he murmurs in my ear.
“I would never,” I say as I press my backside further against him, grinning when he inhales sharply.
Was it impractical to spend a day on the ranch in a sundress? Definitely. But every heated glance I’ve gotten from Walker has made it well worth it.
“Want to hear a confession?” he rasps, tipping my head so I glance over my shoulder at him.
I answer with a quiet hum, nodding.
He leans in, grazing his mouth over mine as he speaks. “I’ve been thinking about this moment all day. Ineedto be inside you. Watching you come with that vibrator was incredible but now you’re going to come onmycock like the good girl I know you are.”
My eyes grow wide as I squeeze my thighs together, his crass remark giving me the courage to answer with the truth.
“I’m very much on board with that idea. In fact, it just shot to the top of my to-do list, so we should get on that immediately.”
“I like your way of thinking, sweetheart.”
Walker takes my invitation to heart, brushing my dress off my shoulders. I feel his breath against my skin seconds before he presses kisses down my neck. He unclasps my bra, freeing my aching breasts. He slides the straps down my arms, letting it fall to the ground before he reaches around to brush my nipples withhis fingertip in teasing strokes. I whimper when he gently rolls them, the sensation nothing like when I do it to myself, and I’m dizzy from craving his touch.
“God, I love how damn responsive you are,” he groans.
I whine in protest when he releases my nipples.
He pulls my dress down the rest of the way, letting it pool at my feet, before spinning me around to face him.
“Hold on tight,” he urges, scooping me up.
