"No—"
"I hope it's not. But it really fucking sounds like it."
Chapter Thirty-One
Iris
The entire ride home, I turn over Dean's words.
Does he know better?
Or should I take my boyfriend at his word?
I try to hold onto the question, but my thoughts dissolve as soon as Walker pins me to the closed front door.
His fingers trail up my inner thigh.
His eyes lock on mine.
They fill with every ounce of desire in the world.
He presses his palm against me. "You wore these to torture me, didn't you, sweetness?"
"What if I did?"
"You get off on teasing me."
"Maybe."
"I should torture you for that."
My nod is heavy.
"I will."
My tongue slides over my lips.
He rubs me over my shorts. "You want my fingers in your cunt?"
"Yes." I want all this doubt gone. I want to believe that he's mine forever. That nothing outside this moment matters. That I'm more than my ugly past.
"You want to come on my cock?" He presses his palm against my hip, holding me in place as he rubs me over my shorts.
My breath catches in my throat. "Yes."
"You want me to split you in half, sweetness?"
"Yes."
"Good. Take off your clothes."
I unzip my hoodie and slide it off my shoulders.
Walker presses his lips to mine. Then it's his hips against mine.
He pins me to the door.
Fuck, he's hard. I want every inch. I want every drop him.