So instead of answering with words, I reached up and pulled his face down to mine, kissing him like it might be the last thing I ever did. His tongue swept my mouth at the same time his hips surged forward, and he bottomed out inside me.
His arms tightened around me, and I swore I could feel his whole body shaking as we stayed frozen like that for a moment. Then he began to thrust. I held onto him as he set a hard pace, like he needed this too much to savor it. I understood the feeling. There would be time for savoring later, but right now, I needed him. I needed him fast and hard and deep.
Our sounds filled the kitchen, bouncing off the high ceiling and walls. Harsh breaths and needy moans, the rhythmic slapping as he pounded into me, muffled curses from both of us. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and a sheen of sweat covered his perfect chest as he fucked me.
“God, Walker!” I squeezed my inner walls around him, and he grunted, picking up the pace even more.
He slipped one hand between us, his thumb finding my clit again, and this time I didn’t need him to tell me to come. I was right there.
My body clenched around him, and I buried my face in his neck as bursts of pleasure ricocheted through me.
“So good, Macks. So… fucking… good.” With one last groan, he buried himself deep, grinding his hips against mine as he came hard.
We collapsed onto the kitchen island, our damp skin pressed together, his cock still inside me. I kept my legs wrapped around him as we both panted unevenly, trying to get our breath back. I knew he’d have to deal with the condom in a second, but I wasn’t ready to let him go yet.
That had been…
Incredible.
Perfect.
Everything I’d needed for the past seven years but never thought I’d have again.
My heart squeezed painfully at the thought, and I reminded myself that I didn’t really have it. I didn’t have him.
There was an expiration date on this whole thing—then the slipper would come off, the carriage would turn back into a pumpkin, and I would go back to my regular life without Walker.
Pushing those thoughts away, I let my post-sex haze of endorphins convince me that was a Future Mackenzie problem. Today Mackenzie was dancing on clouds made of rainbows.
Running my fingers through Walker’s hair, I looked around the kitchen as he pressed lazy kisses to my chest and neck.
“Um, don’t look now, Mr. Prince. But I think we made a mess.”
His warm chuckle vibrated against my skin.
10
Walker
I woke to the aroma of berry-scented hair and a very, very toasty Mackenzie pressed tightly to my side. After our hot as hell encounter in the kitchen, I had carried her upstairs and we’d done it all over again. I’d expected some of the edge to be taken off, some of that insane need for her to be quenched, but if anything, our second time was even more intense than the first.
She did something to me; something I couldn’t quite describe. She lit me up in a way no one in my life ever had before. It wasn’t just her gorgeous face or body, which had only become more beautiful since I’d known her in high school. I knew plenty of attractive women, but in my eyes, none of them could hold a candle to Macks. The person she was inside shone out through her physical appearance, and that was what made her so stunning.
I was always an earlier riser than most people in my life, even before I became ‘uptight,’ as Mackenzie had called it. Whatever she might say about my rigid schedule, it gave me the chance to appreciate her effortless, natural beauty while she slept.
Her hair splayed messily over the pillow and her shoulders, billowing slightly with every soft puff of sleepy breath. She looked peaceful, with a healthy flush to her skin. I could count the freckles smattered lightly across the bridge of her nose. I couldn’t help but grin as a little snore escaped her lips.
I laughed, jarring her a little. She let out a soft sound of protest; it was the cutest damn noise I’d ever heard in my life.
“Mmm… Walker…?” She didn’t even open her eyes. Bless her.
“Sleep,” I murmured. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She curled into my side, snoring herself back to sleep.
God… I wasn’t sure what the hell had just happened between us. But I didn’t want to let her go.
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