I pull my tank top over my head. Reach behind my back to unhook my sports bra. I'm messy about sliding it off my shoulders.
I can't wait.
I need him.
I need every layer between us gone.
His pupils dilate as he takes me in. He rocks his hips half an inch. Enough to remind me I'm pinned.
Enough to drive me out of my fucking mind.
He brings both hands to my hips, lifts me, pins me to the door with his body.
I wrap my legs around his waist. My arms around his chest. It's like I'm a million miles off the ground. Like I'm in free fall.
I guess I am.
There's no coming back from falling in love with him.
He looks up at me. His eyes are different than normal. Needier and more commanding at once.
His fingers curl into my thighs, keeping me in place.
Slowly, he rocks against me, pressing his cock against my clit.
There's all this fabric in the way, but I can feel his warmth, his hardness.
And—
Fuck.
He does it again. Again. Again.
My eyelids flutter together.
One hand knots in his hair.
The other claws at his muscle-tank. I grab at the cotton thing and hold on tightly.
He tortures me with those tiny movements.
"Walker," I breathe. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Fuck me."
"Not yet."
I tug at his hair. "Please."
"You're not even close to that, sweetness." He digs his fingers into my hip.
Pins me harder.
Rocks a little softer.
I can barely feel him, but, fuck, the way my panties rub against me—