Page 136 of Finding Redemption

His hands find my face, lifting it. “Baby, you terrify the fuck out of me. That’s how I know this is it. You are life. All I have and everything I want.” His mouth lands on mine with a fierce need. A need for me.

His tongue sweeps past my lips, tangling with mine. Pleasure builds through my body. Our mouths melt together, and a moan rises from deep within me, a yearning for him like I’ve never known. Our need for one another has never been more apparent than in this moment.

His mouth breaks from mine, lips parted and breathless. He sees me, knows me to my darkest depths. “You are my absolute, Reese.”

Our lips crash together, and his hands knot in my hair. He tugs my hair, stretching my neck as his mouth lands on it. He sinks his teeth in, ever so lightly biting me. A guttural sound crawls from his throat, making me wet.

He palms my breast as I cup his cock, rubbing him through his slacks. Working his way down to my breasts, he kneads the other while sucking anything he can get his lips on. I moan when his tongue laps beneath my bra, making my nipple hard.

The minute I think I’m gonna climb this man like a fucking tree, he drops to his knees, kissing his way up my thighs. I squeeze them together as he gets closer to my pussy, the need for him pooling in my panties.

“Baby, why are you wearing panties?” he asks, his hands working mine down my legs. “I’m thinking I need to conduct a raid.” I step from them, giggling when he tosses them over his head. “Spread.” The rumbling bass of his words elicits me to do as I’m told. Warmth spreads through my body.

“You’re lucky you’re on your knees in front of me. I don’t take kindly to being bossed.”

His eyes drag up my body, gazing deep into mine. He slides my skirt up over my hips, exposing my pussy to him. Heat ripples off his body as he burns me with his need.

“Lean back against the wall.” Walker’s stare hasn’t moved from me.

Breathless, I place my back against the wall.

“Shift your weight, now.” I’m pinned to the wall, my legs lifted over his shoulders, burying his face in my wet center. I audibly gasp when his tongue runs length of me. Lapping at the wetness that’s pooled from his touch. When he begins to suck on my clit, my head lulls into the wall behind me.

His fingers slide in me, working me to the brink of an all-out frenzy. I fist his hair, forcing myself to not crush his head between my thighs. I squirm, begging for release when he drops one leg to the floor. He stands, placing the other foot down, leaving me in great need.

“Go get on the bed. Don’t take your clothes off.” He points to the door. I walk with a deliberate sway, my exposed ass on display. He follows me, ripping his shirt off. The buttons fly everywhere. I crawl over to the end of the bed, ass in the air, flipping over in time to watch him discard his pants.

His eyes burn a path up my body to my displayed pussy. He drops to his knees, stalking me like prey. Lying between my legs, he slides deep into me. When he’s filled me, my back arches from the bed. He takes me, owns me, completely.

Moving slowly, his intense thrusts are calculating and deliberate. A fast, fast, slow drag. A rhythm compelling my body to do his bidding. The drag of the push and pull heightens my desires, dragging me to the brink of my orgasm.

His utter control over my body intensifies everything I know we are. I tremble at the thought, holding on to the last of my sanity before he pushes me over into a spiraling release. The higher I go, the further the fall. And Walker doesn’t disappoint with back-to-back deep thrusts as he calls me to euphoria.

“Oh, my fuck, Walker.” I wrap my legs around his ass, riding out his orgasm with him. Murmuring my love and devotion to him.

He falls to my side. His hand lies over mine, caressing it as we reign in our hearts. Breathless, I struggle to speak. “You are a fucking king. Heavy on the fucking.”

He laughs long and hard. “A fucking king or a fucking king?”

“I’m more than happy to call you a banging god or a screwing machine, whichever suits you better.”

“I’ll take king because you are my queen.” He raises on his elbow, leaning over to kiss me.

“Such a dork.” I giggle, rolling my eyes. “Thank you, babe. I needed to relax.” I stretch my legs all the way to my toes.

“I can see that. Glad I could help to relieve some tension.” He snickers, unbuttoning my blouse. “Shower with me,” he says as he opens my shirt, nipping at my belly. I squirm, the heat in his eyes burning into me.

“You’re insatiable.” The rollercoaster my stomach has been on since meeting this man is a heady mix of emotion. He ties me in knots just to unravel me. “I think I like it.”

There’s a twinkle in his glance. “Just like? I was thinking by this point you might love me.”

My lips part, and I get lost in those mesmerizing blue eyes. “Love? I can remember something about it. Was that you?” I quirk my brow.

He eyes me, giving me chills. I have a sinking feeling about this. Quick as lightning, he’s on top of me. “You don’t remember being in love with me?” He tickles my side.

“Argh, stop it,” I scream, laughing. “No, dammit.”

He attacks my sides again, making me flail under him. He grabs my arms, pinning them above my head. Sliding his hand down between us, he gropes my breast with one hand.