Page 70 of Letting Go
We enjoy easy conversation while he cooks dinner then indulge in the delicious food he prepared for us. Ghost leans against my legs the entire meal, just in case I drop any pieces of steak. After cleaning up dinner, Walker asks if I want to sit with him on the patio for a bit. I nod and follow him back outside.
I told Savannah before leaving that there was a fifty-fifty chance I would come back tonight, but my gut tells me there is now a less than ten percent chance I walk away from this man before the sun comes up. When I thought about how tonight might go, I assumed I would be nervous, but all I can feel is excitement as the tension crackles and builds between us. Each touch communicates so much more than just a brush of our skin connecting. I’m starved for his touch and silently hoping he will satisfy my craving.
We settle onto the outdoor couch with our thighs pressed together, enjoying a lovely evening. Even with the heat lamps on, the evening temperature sends a chill across my skin, causing me to shiver. Walker notices and grabs a blanket while simultaneously hauling me onto his lap.
“Oh!” At first, I’m shocked to sit on his lap, but I’m also delighted to have Walker put me exactly where he wants me and to be in a position where I can feel that he does indeed want me.
“I can warm you up much better if you’re in my arms, instead of way over there.” He grins and nods toward where I was just sitting. His hands stay on my hips, while one of his fingers draws small circles on my lower back over the blanket.
“So far away, only our legs could touch,” I tease as I tuck a piece of hair behind my ears and place my hands on his firm chest. The butterflies that were calm all evening are now in full flight in my gut. I bite my lower lip and while we are about to enter new territory, I know down to my bones that it’s going to be so good on so many levels.
“That’s not nearly close enough, and now that you’re here, it’s so much easier to do this.” He leans in closer and I’m engulfed by his delicious scent.
“To do what?” I whisper as our lips almost touch and a wave of anticipation crashes over me.
“To properly kiss and touch you like I’ve wanted to from the moment I laid eyes on you. Are you good with that, Sugar?”
“Oh, I’m actually great with that.” I tip my head up and slowly lean in to close the gap. Prior to tonight, we have only shared a couple innocent kisses, but this kiss is most definitely not that. We’ve grown closer emotionally over the texts and calls, but I’m ready to take this to a new level.
I’m momentarily in charge before one of Walker’s hands slides along my jaw and his fingers thread into my hair, tugging just ever so slightly on the hair at the base of my neck. The kiss starts soft and gentle but quickly escalates into a demanding kiss filled with the passion we’ve both been holding back for months now. With a moan of approval, Walker snakes his other arm around my waist and pulls my hips flush up against his stomach. His tongue traces the seam of my mouth and I open to let him in, the symbolism not lost on me. He’s been relentless in his pursuit of me but always making sure I feel comfortable with the pace. I like the direction this kiss is heading and I’m definitely feeling the liquid courage from my two glasses of wine. Keeping my hands on his chest, I rotate, sliding a leg over his lap to straddle him.
“And I am fantastic with this,” he groans as he lifts his hips slightly to press into me. I’m so turned on right now that I wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel my heat through my jeans. Tilting my hips to press my core down on him, he deepens the kiss as a groan of satisfaction rumbles through his chest.
I thought I knew what a good kiss felt like and what it felt like to be properly kissed.
I had no idea.
I knew nothing until Walker kissed me tonight.
Surrounded by the delicious scent that is entirely unique to Walker, with his arms firmly holding me against his hard and chiseled body, this kiss is better than anything I’ve even read in the smuttiest of books.
Walker’s intensity feels like he’s attempting to burn away memories of any kiss prior to him, both consuming me in his fire and catapulting the standard of kissing higher than I knew was possible. I’ve been kissed before tonight, obviously, but never like this. He has somehow reached into the essence of who I am and directly touched my soul. I thought there was something special between us when I felt the magic of his touch for the first time, but that is nothing compared to being properly and thoroughly kissed by Walker Bennett.
“Mmmm, that was … more than what I waited for,” he growls as we barely separate.
“What do you mean?” I’m unsure if I should be insulted by that comment and, if so, to what degree.
He traces the outline of my jaw with his fingers before sliding his hand back up to hold my head, his thumb softly tracing my cheek. “You have possessed my dreams and dominated my thoughts. I’m a lot of things, but when it comes to you, patience is not a virtue that I excel in. And make no mistake, that was an earth-shatteringkiss, but I just wish I could have kissed you months ago instead of only dreaming of it.”
Leaning his forehead against mine, he softly continues, “Usually dreams are better than reality, but the reality of kissing you blows any dream out of the water. I would wait however long I had to for you, but now that you’re in my arms? I don’t want to wait anymore, especially now that I’m able to do this.” Tilting his head, his lips meet mine in a soft, tender, sweet kiss. The strange and magical sensation that dances across my skin whenever we touch encircles my body like a spell, weaving our souls together. When I pull back, I’m overwhelmed with what I see in his eyes. It’s too early for either of us to say those three words but his eyes are filled with more than just lust or adoration.
“What about the saying, good things come to those who wait?” I tease.
“Well then, forget good. We are going to be fan-fucking-tastic.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like that in my entire life.”
He chuckles a little before saying, “One, that’s great to hear. I’ve never felt a kiss like that before either. And two,” he gives me a small peck on my nose before continuing, “please do not make me think about anyone ever kissing or touching you while you’re sitting on my lap. I’m not willing to share and besides …” Walker lifts his hips slightly at the last word, making me gasp as I become fully aware of just how excited he is in this moment. “I only want you focused on one thing right now.”
“Mmm … and what would that be?” I walk my fingers up his chest until I slide them into his hair, eliciting a groan from him.
“I only want you to be thinking about the fact that after tonight, everything is different between us.”
His statement startles me and I sit up straighter, pulling slightly back. “But I like where things are headed between us.”
“Yeah, but after tonight? Baby, you’re going to officially be mine, but if I’m honest, I’ve thought of you as mine for a while now.” He steals my mouth with another deep kiss. My heart soars at the thought of being his and belonging to him. I’ve never wanted to belong to someone before, but I want that. I want to be his. I moan in satisfaction. When he hears my moan, he slides both of his hands down my back and under my thighs. Shifting me slightly, in an impressively smooth move, he stands up from the couch and I wrap my legs around him. Before I know it, we’re walking back inside and down a hallway.
“Ghost, kennel up,” Walker commands as I see Ghost head to his kennel off the kitchen.
