Page 58 of Hot Stuff
“You should turn around before you trip in those heels.” Walker has a hand fisted in the side of his pants keeping them up, and I think about telling him to strip them off but I like the idea of him being fully clothed while I’m not.
“I can kick them off?—”
“No. I want you to leave them on. I’ve been fantasizing about them since you walked out of the hotel bedroom in them earlier.”
I smile. “As you wish.”
He cocks his head and grins at me. “Is this a Walker gets three wishes night?”
“If it was, what would you wish for?” I’m still moving backward, my hand in his, and I feel him push on our hold, a subtle direction indicator I’m happy to follow.
“I get three?”
I shrug. “Sure.” Although, let’s be honest, I’ll give him as many as he wants.
“Hmm… Okay, number one, you in those heels bent over the bed while I fuck you from behind.”
A shudder rolls through me, drawing a smile from him.
“Two, your legs up over my shoulders, your heels beside my head.”
His words paint clear images in my head, and I know my thong is completely soaked through. “One more,” I say, my voice breathy with lust.
“I can’t decide if I want you crouching over my face, your heels planting on the bed next to my ears or your legs around my waist, those spikes digging into my ass while I fuck you hard.”
The hallway to his bedroom is darker than the living room and I slow until I’m sure I’m heading straight. But truly, his words have turned my body sluggish, the molten heat in my veins making my legs wobble in my shoes.
The knowing smirk on his lips comes closer and the next thing I know he’s backed me up against his closed bedroom door.
“I’m going to fuck you all night in those shoes.” His warm breath fans out over my jaw. “But first, you’re going to get on your knees again and finish what you started.”
“Here?” I’m already bending my knees, but he stops me.
“No.” He reaches behind me and opens the door, making me stumble back a step. “Over there.”
I look over my shoulder to where he’s pointing. It’s the floor to ceiling windows his king-sized bed faces. “Oh.”
“Yeah, right there, your back to the glass, so I can enjoy the view.”
He wants to look at the city? Before I can voice the question, he’s crowding close.
“I’m not talking about what’s outside, Oakley.” He grips my chin and turns me to look at him. When he’s got my full attention, he says, “I’m talking about our reflection.”
Using his grip on my jaw he turns me to look at the window again. That’s when I see what he’s talking about.
I can already see us, not clearly, but we’re there and if we were closer…the thrill that shoots through me is electrifying.
Walker leans in, his lips brushing my ear, and whispers, “But I’m not going to come down your throat. I’m going to pull you up and spin you around, press your hands to the glass and fuck you against it.”
I’m not sure if it’s all the dirty talk, the images rolling through my head, or the man himself, but I’m so close to coming right now it’s ridiculous.
If I wasn’t experiencing it, I’d call bullshit.
Swallowing, I roll my lips between my teeth before licking them. “Okay.”
The word is breathy, barely audible, but he hears it, feels it in the tremble of my body.
“God, Oak, you’re so fucking sexy, you do me in.”
