Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
A thrilling power overwhelmed me as our eyes locked. His smoldered, his jaw set with a ferocious hunger and love.
Walker loved me.
I lifted my arms to help him raise my sweater over my head.
My chest heaved with my labored, excited breaths as Walker threw the sweater to the floor and brought his hands to my shoulders. His eyes followed his fingertips as they trailed first to the top of my arm where my scar was. He tenderly kissed the healed bullet wound, his eyes closing as if he were in pain. And I knew what he felt at that moment because I felt it every time I touched his scars.
Fear, because the mark was a reminder I could have died, and relief, because I was here.
He opened his eyes, following his hands again as they moved with excruciating slowness across my collarbone and down toward the rise of my breasts.
Gently, Walker cupped my face in his hands and kissed me so deeply, I could taste myself. But these kisses weren’t like before. Not kisses of longing and lost time. Slow, sexy, and with tender reverence that brought tears to my eyes. Walker loved me. I felt it in his kiss. My hands curled around his biceps, feeling his strength, his love, and I didn’t know what I wanted to do more: take him inside me or let him hold me while I cried with pure happiness.
Walker caressed me through the kiss with light strokes. He relearned every inch of me—my ribs, my waist, my stomach—as if it had been years of distance instead of mere days. His hands glided around to my ass, and his kiss deepened, grew hungrier, and he drew me against his arousal. I could feel the war inside him as his tongue caressed mine in deep, wet strokes. It was like he was determined to take his time, but another part of him wanted to fuck me until I screamed.
As I brushed my hands down his arms, the touch seemed to calm him, and his kiss grew gentler. He nipped at my lower lip and then eased away, but only to stare into my eyes as he glided his hands up my back to my bra clasp. He unhooked it, then he nudged the straps down my arms, and it fell to the floor. His gaze slowly disconnected from mine, and I shivered as his vivid aquamarine eyes grew hooded. His grip tightened around my biceps while he feasted on the sight of my naked breasts. My nipples peaked under his perusal, tight, needy buds that begged for his mouth.
“I’ve missed these too,” he murmured as he reached up and cupped me.
I moaned and arched into his touch. Ripples of desire undulated low in my belly as he played with my breasts, sculpting and kneading them, stroking and pinching my nipples. All the time his eyes vacillated between my face and my breasts. I thrust into his touch, muttering my love for him.
The words had barely broken past my lips when his mouth found mine. This kiss was rough, hard, desperate, and his groan filled me as he pinched both my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. I gasped, and his growl of satisfaction made me flush with pleasure. I was beyond ready. Feeling the fabric of his shirt beneath my hands, I curled my fists into it and jerked my lips from his. “Naked. Naked now.”
Walker’s lips twitched but did as I asked. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it behind him and then worked on his suit pants and shoes. His chest, arms, and abs were so powerful, beautiful. The scars were permanent reminders that he wasn’t invincible, but he was extraordinary. My gaze lowered. I’d seen him naked many times, but it was different now that I knew he loved me, now that I had all his secrets and trust.
Now that he was truly mine.
His thick thighs and muscular calves caused another hard flip in my lower belly. I moaned when he had to peel his boxer briefs over his erection, and once freed, he was so hard, it strained toward his abs. All of this beautiful man belonged to me.
Every part of my body swelled toward Walker as he let me look my fill. I think he saw the possessiveness in my eyes because the mutual feeling glowed in his.
He reached for me, grasping me around the waist as he sat on the edge of the bed. Then he guided me to straddle him, his arousal hot against my stomach.
We held each other’s gaze and my fingers curled into the back of his shoulders as I took in his expression. So much love. Desperate love.
Tears filled my eyes, and the visible emotion made his fierce expression soften with tenderness. He slid his hand along the back of my neck, tangling in my hair to grab a handful. Walker gently tugged my head back, arched my chest, and covered my right nipple with his mouth.