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I giveWalker directions to the little cottage my sister and I are renting. The roof, yard, and front porch could all use some serious TLC, but the inside is cute and cozy. Most importantly, it's within our budget and a short commute for my sister to drive to the accounting job she lined up before moving here.
“Thanks for lending me your coat. And for the hot chocolate,” I say once we’ve parked in the driveway.
“Never thank me for taking care of you, sweetheart.” Walker looks a little shocked as another endearment falls from his lips. And God, what lips. They look soft, full, and...delicious. I’ve never had that thought about someone’s lips before, but now that it’s in my head, I want to find out if it’s true. Walker clears his throat, pulling my mind out of the gutter. “I should get back to the office soon, but let me walk you to your door.”
I look out the windshield at the ten feet between the car and the front door, smiling to myself. Walker the gentleman. Yet another unexpected layer to the man I’m falling for all too quickly.
He’s out of the car and opening my door before I even realized he moved. Walker holds out his hand, helping me out. He doesn’t let go until we’re standing on the porch. I dig through the pockets of my jeans in search of the key, but I can’t find it anywhere.
“Everything alright?” Walker asks.
“I think I lost my key.”
“I noticed you don’t have a purse. Did you leave it somewhere? I can go back and get it.”
“No, I don’t carry a purse. I always...lose it.” I laugh at the irony. Walker doesn’t look amused.
“Can you call your sister to let you in?”
“I forgot to charge my phone last night,” I say sheepishly as I pull it from my back pocket and show it to him. “It’s dead.”
“Let me get this straight. You were walking around an unfamiliar town in the bitter cold without a coat or a working phone?”
My shoulders drop a bit at his words. For the first time since meeting him, Walker seems frustrated with me. I don’t like his tone of voice. It reminds me of my dad, who was also frustrated and fed up with me most of the time.
“I can take care of myself,” I inform him, though I’m not sure if that’s true. I’ve had a crash course in growing up these last few weeks, and I’ve been pushed to my absolute limit trying to support my sister and care for Carson while trying to get my own shit together. But I’m tired. I can’t do it anymore. I don’t have much of a choice, however.
Walker is about to say something, probably about how I need to be more careful and practical, but I can’t listen to any of that right now. I push past him, down the porch stairs, and start tugging at the window. It’s old and heavy, but I know it’s unlocked. I had it open yesterday to air out the place after I burned dinner. Yet another basic life skill I suck at.
The window lets out a creak as I finally shove it open. I’m about to hoist myself up when two large hands grip my hips and pull me away from the window.
“Hey! What are you doing?” I protest. I’m on the verge of tears, and Walker is the last person I want to see me cry. As if I don’t feel childish enough. I dip my head down, trying to disappear into my coat. Oh, right. It’s not my coat. That’s probably what he wants. “Here,” I say, hurriedly unzipping the coat.
“Wait, Indie, stop. I don’t care about my stuff, I just...Jesus.” He scrubs a hand down his face and lets out a deep breath. “The window is unlocked?”
My shame turns into anger at the drop of a hat. I’m done with people being condescending. There was a problem and I found a solution. Isn’t that what adults do?
“I appreciate everything you’ve done for me today, Walker,” I say in a clipped voice as I take the hat and gloves off and hand them to him. “But you’re giving off a lot of negative energy right now and I can’t deal with that.” I turn around, hoping to climb through the window and then right into bed, where I plan on hiding for the rest of my life.
Walker tosses the hat, gloves, and coat on the ground and places his hands on my hips once more, spinning me around to face him. I gasp when his hand slides up my back and tangles in my hair. He tugs my head up, gently but firmly, so we’re face to face.
Serious, worried blue eyes stare back at me. Walker dips his head so we’re mere inches apart. My heart thunders in my chest and my breaths become shallow. I’m suddenly aware of every single place we’re touching. How can I be angry at him and melting for him at the same time? How can I feel both lost and found in his arms?
“I’m not giving off negative energy, Indigo,” he whispers onto my lips. “I’m trying to keep you safe.”
Walker closes the distance between us, taking my lips in a searing kiss. He tilts my head with the hand still buried in my hair and slips his tongue between my parted lips, tangling it with mine. I’m not sure what I’m doing, but that doesn’t slow Walker down. His other hand wraps around my waist, pressing my body closer to his.
I feel the hard planes of his body as my soft curves melt into him. My hands slide up his chest, lingering on the defined muscles I can feel even through his shirt. He groans when I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, needing more.
Walker takes a few steps forward, pressing me up against the side of the cottage with his large, chiseled body. I feel his kiss everywhere as he continues to tease and taste me. Walker’s hands drift down to my ass and he squeezes my soft flesh, growling into my mouth. He’s all beast right now, and nothing has ever been sexier.
The next thing I know, Walker is lifting me up. My legs automatically wrap around his hips as he grinds against my core.
“Oh my God,” I moan when I feel his thick, hard cock brush against my clit through our clothes. Walker grunts and scrapes his teeth down the side of my neck. “Oh myGod,” I cry out even louder. I had no idea such pleasure existed, but I know we’ve just barely scratched the surface.
“Shh, baby,” he murmurs before kissing my pulse point. “Those sounds are just for me.”
