Page 66 of Wild Hearts

That was something he hadn't said when we were kids. We couldn't be alone together in either of our houses. Everythinghappened in his truck or on a blanket in the woods. This time, we were going to be alone in his bedroom.

My heart raced in anticipation; tingles erupted over my skin as I stood and placed my hand in his. We walked out of the lodge hand in hand. It was probable that someone had seen it, and the rumors would be around town by tomorrow.

Addison was back with her ex-boyfriend,but the thought didn't entice me to slow down. I was jittery as we walked through the lodge and the lobby to the parking lot.

At the truck, he didn't open the door. Instead, he pressed me against him, body tight against mine. Then he cupped my jaw and kissed me. It was possessive and hot as hell. I rubbed my body against his, seeking friction.

His answer was to lift my leg and curl it around his hip so he could grind against me. When his hard ridge rubbed against my seam through my jeans, I moaned into his mouth.

"I want you," he said as he lifted his mouth. Then he rested his forehead against mine. "But I want to take my time. No more rushed encounters in my truck."

"Yes," I said as he tugged me off the door and opened it. I scrambled inside, my core on fire from the brief warm-up.

I watched as he rounded the hood and slid inside. The engine came to life with a loud rumble, and he backed up, his eyes dark.

The short ride home did nothing to curb my desire. If anything, the brief pause only made me want him more.

As soon as he threw the truck in Park, I unhooked my seatbelt and straddled his lap, grinding over him as I kissed him. He cupped my breasts as if judging their weight before brushing his thumbs over the hard nipples.

I whined, needing more. Groping over clothes was just a tease, and I couldn't feel every inch of him through these jeans and with the steering wheel poking me in the back.

"Bedroom," was all Walker said as he picked me up and set me to the side.

He opened the driver's side door, got out, and reached for me. I came willingly my legs around his waist so I could feel him.

I vaguely heard him shut the door and fumble with his keys before opening the one into the house. He didn't bother with the lights as he carried me up the stairs and to his room.

He managed to shut the door, and then we were tumbling to the bed, his body covering mine. I loved the weight of him, the heaviness pressing me into the mattress, but I wanted more. Without removing my mouth from his, I tugged on the edge of his shirt.

Then he lifted his body off mine and pulled the shirt over his head. "I want to see you too."

I sat up and removed my shirt with his gaze hot on my chest. I unhooked my bra and let the straps fall down my arms.

"You're beautiful. So much better than I remembered."

I might have filled out some since the last time we were together, but it only made me feel sexier, more womanly.

I knelt, my fingers gliding over the ridges of his muscles. "I don't remember all of this."

He gazed down at me, his muscles pulled taut. "I work out."

I licked one ridge. "I can tell."

He hissed as my tongue worked over his muscles, my hands drifting lower. His muscles spasmed at my touch. The need to feel his skin against mine spurred me on. I fumbled with his jeans before finally pushing them down. He moved so that he could shove them the rest of the way off, leaving him bare.

The line of muscles continued downward to the soft patch of hair where his cock was hard. I couldn't resist touching it, then leaning down to lick the precum off the tip. "You taste good."

"As much as I want your mouth on me, I want to taste you too." Then I was moving backward so that I was flat on the bed,and he was tugging my jeans down along with my panties. We were naked, and every inch of my skin was on fire. My nerves tingled with anticipation. One thing I remembered about Walker was that he was gifted with his tongue.

I think it had something to do with how often we messed around before we had sex. It gave both of us time to work on our oral skills, and I'd never met anyone who could make me feel like he did.

I spread my legs. "What are you waiting for?"

That was all the invitation he needed to slide his arms under my legs and bury his mouth in my pussy. I moaned as he used his tongue and eventually his fingers to build me up. He was just as skilled as I remembered, easily driving me up and sending me over the edge.

I tugged him upward, his cock nudging my entrance. It felt so good, better than I remembered. He was so large, his cock thick and heavy against my clit.

Then he paused. "Do we need a condom?"

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