Page 107 of All I Need

“Definitely.”

“Want to get cleaned up?”

I don’t. That would mean I’ll lose him. But I also don’t want the mess so instead I reluctantly nod my head, shimmying out of bed before going to the bathroom.

Walker joins me in the bathroom, after he hears the toilet flush, in all his naked glory. His body is like a work of art. The tattoos on his right bicep so beautiful, it makes me sad that I never took the time over the weekend to really inspect it.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur.

“So are you,” he replies instantly, turning the water on in the shower. “Join me? I promise to be on my best behavior but I need a little more of you and me before our solitude is interrupted by the rest of the world. It was bad enough that I had to share you for almost thirty minutes yesterday.”

He gets into his big tiled shower. The spray already causing steam to fill the bathroom. I move from my place at the sink where I had just been washing my hands and stand next to the shower. “I needed clothes, Walker. That can hardly be helped. Besides, I gave you an option.”

“A sucky one,” he tells me, pulling me against his already wet body.

I squeal but don’t fight it. Who would? All his country music quoting earlier was spot on. I’d willingly stay wrapped up in his sheets, losing sleep with him for the rest of my life.

“I love you,” I tell him through a smile, kissing his slick chest.

“I love you,” he replies, tipping my head back to take my mouth in his.

True to his word, he’s on his best behavior while we shower.

But when I drop to my knees in front of him, any manners vanish like the steam in the air.

“Damn, Ellie, your lips look so good wrapped around me,” he growls, tightening his hold on the back of my hair.

I moan, his words a direct shot to my core.

I use my hand, squeezing lightly while pumping up and down what doesn’t fit in my mouth. Before he can finish, I’m up on my feet, back pressed against the wall of the shower as he drives into me.

He reminds me I’m his.

That I was made for him.

That he’s never letting me go.

That he loves me.

The water turns cold before we climb out of the shower to get ready for our day, but all it does is cool our heated skin.

“I can’t believe we made it through the day without mauling each other,” he says into my ear as we leave the clinic. His arm is wrapped around my shoulder while he guides us to his pickup.

No one commented that I showed up to work with him or that my own car wasn’t in the parking lot. Even when he kissed the top of my head in front of a couple of the staff, they didn’t seem surprised. In fact, one of them just said “about time” and that was the end of it. It seemed too easy. But then, that’s what I’m finding with Walker. Everything is easy. I almost keep waiting for the shoe to drop but that’s just the past not entirely releasing its hold on me.

“It was a real struggle.” I nod my head.

“So I’ll drop you at Miss Polly’s and you can get a few things then come over to my place?”

“Can’t live without me for an evening, right?” I tease, but I’m in total agreement. The thought of sleeping without him leaves me with a sour stomach.

“Nope,” he says, opening my door for me to hop into his pickup. I wince as I sit down, my body deliciously sore from the sex marathon that was the weekend. “Sore?” he asks.

“A little,” I admit and I swear his chest inflates. “You seem happy about that.”

“That you’re hurting? No. That I’m the reason, though, does make me feel pretty damn good. I might be thirty-five but it’s like he’s,” he nods to his crotch, “a teenager again.”

“It’s probably from a little blue pill,” I tease.

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