Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I gasp and avert my eyes.
“I—what are you doing?” I blurt out. “And how did you get in here?”
“I used the door,” he replies simply. Still without looking at him, I shrug my shoulders, indicating the need for further explanation. “The door connecting our walk-in closets?”
“That exists?” I ask.
Walker laughs. “Yes, that exists. You really should explore your house better. You never know what you might find. Did you know there’s an old panic room in the downstairs pantry—?”
“What do you want, Walker?” I snap, cutting him off.
I see him smile in my peripheral vision. I see…other things too.
“A towel,” he replies. “I didn’t bring one, and there aren’t any in my bathroom.”
My body is hot—practically on fire. I must be blushing. There’s no way he doesn’t see it. I don’t know why I’m even bothering to look away at this point. If only Mom or Dad would come walking down the hall to save me!
Slowly, I look back at him.
There he is, standing there in all his glory without a care in the world. And why should he care? He’s unbelievably handsome, he has the body a Hollywood star would kill for when getting ready for their upcoming action movie, and he’s hung like a…well, another kind of star.
I don’t remember it being that big…
But then again, I don’t think I ever really got a look at it. I never gave him oral or anything; he was just instantly hard and slid inside me like it was meant to happen. But now that I see it in perfectly lit conditions, all I can think is wow.
Talk about big dick energy.
You don’t have to have a high body count to understand that what Walker’s working with is sensational. He must be in the top one percent with that thing. How did I even take it? Even looking at it now has me wanting to try it again—like a challenge or something. I almost wish Mary was here just to see it!
Is that bad?
I snicker and look away.
God, Skylar, get ahold of yourself!
“Is something funny?” Walker asks.
“No.” I shake my head.
“Well, you just looked at my dick and laughed,” he says. “That’s not the kind of reaction most guys want from a girl.”
“No, trust me,” I reply. “It’s…it’s not like that. It’s not what you’re thinking.”
“You sure?” he asks.
“Oh, I’m sure,” I say firmly as I get up and go to my closet and find him an extra towel. “It’s pink. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”
“Nah.” He smiles.
“Of course not. Big, strong, handsome man like you would never have his masculinity threatened by a color, right?”
“Right.” He nods and brushes a bit of wet hair out of his face, then looks at his fingers and grimaces. “Looks like I didn’t get all the shampoo out of my hair. You shower yet?”
“I have.”
“You sure? You could join me—”
“I’m fine,” I reply.
Walker smiles and narrows his eyes at me like he’s seeing into me, seeing right through my façade, past the defenses I’m desperately throwing up to keep him from getting to me. Walls…walls I can feel beginning to crumble brick by brick as he stands there, not even bothering to cover himself with the towel I just handed him.
“Yes you are,” he replies with a panty-melting grin.
Why do you have to be so gorgeous? And why did my dad have to marry your mom?
I shift uncomfortably but try not to let my emotions play out on my face. I’m sure I’m failing miserably, but Walker doesn’t let on. He just gives me those eyes…God those eyes. I just can’t handle them. How cruel is the world that I can see such a beautiful future with this man?
I already know we’d have so much fun together. This goes way beyond lust. Do I want to go shower with him? Yes. Do I want a replay of our night by the lake a year ago? Of course. But I also an desperate to get to know him, to do things with him, cuddle in his arms and listen to him tell me his life’s story and understand how he was able to see right through me and understand me from the moment we met.
“Anyway,” he finally says. “Thanks for the towel. If you want to join me, you know where to find me.”
“And how to break into your room, apparently,” I add.
“Open invitation,” He smiles. “Any time.”
And with that, he turns, giving me a spectacular view of his perfect butt as he vanishes into my walk-in closet and heads back into his room. Seconds later, I hear the feint sound of his shower starting.
“Oh my God…” I sigh as I collapse back onto my bed. “It’s just not fair!”
“You should go for it.” The sound of Mary’s voice almost causes me to jump out of my skin. I yelp and leap off the bed, only to realize that I never hung up our call.