Page 17 of Hot Stuff
Us together.
“Oak.” His face comes closer. “Stop thinking so hard. You need to relax.”
A shiver rolls over me when he brushes his nose along my jaw and the breath he sucks in, the fact he presses closer, breathes deeper…
“Walker.”
“Yeah, I know.”
What does he know? I don’t understand anything right now.
“Lie back and let me have you.” His gaze is back on mine, and I know he’s asking for more than my body.
Swallowing, I lick my lips, roll them between my teeth. Instinct tells me to give him everything. Except I’m so used to keeping myself back, being the one in control, that it’s hard to let him any deeper than surface level.
“How about this?” He straightens up, his gaze moving over me like a physical caress. “You let me have my way with this gorgeous body tonight, and we’ll worry about everything else later.”
I understand what he’s doing. He’s making this physical, attempting to remove the emotions to take away the concern he must see. I’ve never had a problem hiding my feelings before. I’m pretty sure I didn’t have a problem earlier today.
Except now we’re both naked. Behind closed doors with no chance of anyone interrupting us.
“Oak.” I focus my eyes on his. “We can stop.”
“No!” I’m up, my arms around his neck before I finish the word. The action tells me all I need to know. I’m an instinctual person; yes, I use my intellect too, but the best decisions of my life have been made because my instincts have told me to make them. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Then we won’t.” He lowers his face to the curve of my neck and presses a kiss there before asking, “Were you getting in, already in, or getting out of the shower when I got here?”
“Getting in.”
His head lifts and his eyes bore into mine. With a sexy tilt of his lips, he asks, “Want me to wash your back?”
I tip my head to the side, contemplating his question. Do I want to shower with him? I’ve always found showering and sleeping with a man far more intimate than sex. It’s a line I’ve rarely crossed and yet I find myself wanting to cross it with Walker.
Hell, I’m thinking of grabbing his hand and racing to the bathroom.
“Oakley,” he murmurs. “I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t normally do this. I’m not one to jump into bed with a woman the day I meet her but with you…” His gaze searches mine.
Nodding I say, “I know.”
“I have no idea what this is, where it will go, what it will mean to our working relationship, and considering you’re going to be my boss we probably shouldn’t?—”
I press my hand to his mouth. “I’m not going to be your direct boss.”
“Does that really make a difference?” he asks against my hand.
With a shrug I give him a truth I feel to my bones. “I don’t really care.”
I feel one side of his mouth kick up beneath my fingers. “You don’t care?”
Removing my hand, I move back, leaning into the arms he has wrapped around me. “I care. What I’m saying is I think whatever this is, because like you, I have no idea what it is, I think it’s worth the risk our professional positions pose.”
Walker nods. “So we do this then?—”
“Wait!” I palm both sides of his face. “I just realized what you said. You’re taking the job!”
His face softens, a smile spreading his lips. “You knew I would.”
“Yeah, I did.”
