Page 16 of Hot Stuff
We’re in this together.
In silent agreement he moves.
A slow drag out, a quick thrust in.
I’m strong but I don’t have leverage to move with him. I’m caught and totally at his mercy and the thrill that shoots through me steals my breath.
I’ve never ceded control like this. Not in any aspect of my life. Especially not in a physical relationship. It’s the most vulnerable place a woman can be, and I’ve always protected myself.
And yet with Walker I’m opening up and giving him everything. I feel it. Both physically and emotionally.
This isn’t a comfortable thought, and yet it feels right to give myself to him.
“You with me?” he growls.
I nod. I’m trapped, held tight between him and the floor. I don’t have the breath to talk but my eyes speak for me because in the next instant he stops, and his hands find their way to frame my face, his gaze boring into mine.
“No. You’re not.”
Before I can protest, he lifts up, pulls free of my clenching pussy, and jumps to his feet.
I have no idea how he manages the move so fast and lowers my legs gently at the same time. I don’t know if he’s stopping or if he’s changing positions or?—
“Stop.” He reaches down and scoops me up. One arm behind my knees, the other my back, and then I’m in his arms, against his chest, and he’s heading deeper into the suite. “Which room?”
I point to the one on the right. The other is empty, I haven’t even been in there. Nat was supposed to come to New York with me, to be there when I signed the agreement on behalf of KAW with the National Hockey League, but at the last minute we decided to keep her out of it for now.
“You’re still not with me,” Walker murmurs as we enter the bedroom I’m using.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He smiles down at me. “We kind of rushed into this.”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t regret anything other than taking you like an animal on the floor.”
“Oh. You?—”
“Don’t get me wrong. Hot hard sex the second we get behind a closed door has its place but not the first time.” He lowers me to the bed, then cages me in with a hand either side of my head. Locking his gaze with mine he says, “The first time I come inside you, you’ll be with me.”
I can’t decide it that’s a promise or a threat. His voice holds an edge, one I feel vibrating through every cell. Should I agree? Give him permission to do what he wants? I’ve never been this unsure about anything in my life. Not since my grandfather rescued me from my—no—I’m not going there.
“You’re doing it again.”
My focus comes back to the man leaning over me. “Sorry?”
“You keep disappearing.” He taps my temple. “In here.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
Walker grins. “Remember telling me you like a challenge?” I nod. “Well, so do I, and I think you’re going to be my biggest challenge. Possibly my greatest reward too.”
The last sentence is murmured and the words, what they imply, rock me. I know this thing between us is different. I want to say it has to do with the excitement of getting the franchise, but I know that’s a lie, and one thing I’ve always refused to do is lie to myself.
It’s Walker.
It’s me and Walker.
