That's how badly he needs me.
How little he can wait.
"Walker." I fight his grip.
He pins me harder. "Hands at your sides, sweetness."
"Or?"
"Or I stop."
I shake my head. No. Anything but that.
He brings one hand to my stomach. Traces the seam of my shorts back and forth.
And back.
And forth.
God, his soft touch…
My sex is aching.
I've never been this empty. This needy. This desperate to be full.
He does it again.
Again.
Again.
"Please." The word is a plea and a curse in equal measure.
I hate him. I need him. I love him.
No… I don't love him yet.
Or maybe I do.
It's been too long since I've cared about someone. Since I felt every drop of it, rather than the ones that made it through my high induced haze.
He brings his lips to mine as he slides my shorts off my hips. My panties go with them.
I kick them to my feet. Spread my legs. Arch my back in a desperate plea for more. For him. For everything.
His fingers trail up my thigh with that feather-light touch.
Closer.
Closer.
Almost.
There.
He teases me with his index finger.
He adds his middle finger.