Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

Walker: Do I?

Iris: Yeah.

Walker: You wearing panties?

My cheeks flush.

Iris: That was an abrupt subject change.

Walker: Are you?

Iris: Yes.

Walker: What do they look like?

Uh… I glance around the crowded coffee shop. Can I really have this conversation here?

Iris: Purple. There's cotton with lace trim.

Walker: Fuck, you're gonna make me hard.

Iris: You started it.

Walker: Still.

Iris: I'm completely innocent. Just trying to study.

Walker: I'm just getting ready for the gym.

Iris: Wearing…?

Walker: You want a pic?

My tongue slides over my lips.

Iris: Yes, please.

A minute later my cell flashes with a picture message. Walker from his nose to his thighs. He's wearing boxers. Only boxers.

But it's too much.

I want those gone.

I want my thoughts gone.

I want him in my bed, between my legs, groaning my name.

Iris: You're going to kill me.

Walker: Good.

Iris: How are you going to the gym? I can't fathom that. My thighs are murder.

Walker: I get any credit for that?

Iris: Maybe.

Walker: Iris, you wound me.