Chapter Thirteen
Walker
Her hand slides under my t-shirt.
Her eyes fix on mine. "Let's not talk."
I nod as I pull her closer.
I lean down and press my lips to hers.
She kisses back as she digs her fingers into my sides.
Her thighs squeeze my hips.
Fuck. She tastes good. Like salt and sunscreen and Iris.
I pull her tank top to her shoulders. She breaks our kiss so I can pull it over her head.
Then she's tugging at my shirt.
It's messy.
Hungry.
"Bed. Now." I slide my hands to her ass. "I've got you."
She nods as she wraps her arms around me.
I lift her from the counter.
She clutches at my t-shirt as I carry her across the living room. "Are you really doing this?"
"Yeah." I kick the bedroom door open then lean down to lay her on the bed.
She looks up at me. "Show off."
"You love it."
She shakes her head, but she's smiling.
All the fucked-up shit from today is already gone.
And the fucked-up shit from every other day is slipping away, bit by bit.
I press her knees apart. "Take off your bra."
"Take off your shorts." She stares back into my eyes. "You first."
I step out of my shoes. Peel off my socks.
She laughs. "Smooth."
"Thanks." I push my basketball shorts off my hips.
The teasing look falls right off Iris's face.
Her teeth sink into her lip. Her blue eyes fill with desire.