Page 61 of Hot Stuff
“We will make this work.” It’s a promise, a demand, a vow.
“We will.”
Her agreement should soothe me, should ease the anxiety thrumming through me when I think about letting her out of this bed.
“I know I said fast and furious but…”
“Slow and easy works too.”
“It all works.”
I’m talking about more than the physical between us. Tonight at dinner, sitting beside her, talking with her and our companions, didn’t feel like the first time.
Nothing with Oakley feels like the first time.
“How long will it take you to pack up your life here?” she asks.
“I’ll leave it all behind.” I don’t care about any of it. I don’t care what happens to it.
Laughing, she brushes her hand down over my head to my neck. She grips me, her hold firm, and locks her gaze with mine. “You will not. We’ll take a couple of days to sort things then head to Baton Rouge. Together.”
“It might all blow up in our faces tomorrow.” I can’t believe I’m voicing the fear. Except it’s been playing in the back of my mind all night.
Once we stepped out in public, we opened up our little bubble, and I know there will be talk. Add in the announcement going out to the media tomorrow about my retirement and we’re in for a lot of attention.
Attention we’ve avoided because we’ve been behind closed doors.
Not to mention this is all new.
So new this time two days ago we hadn’t met.
“Walker.” The snap in her voice pulls me from my head. “We’ll deal with whatever happens.”
“Together.”
“Together.” Her hands trail down my back where she digs her fingers into my ass. “Now get going with the slow and easy or fast and furious.”
She’s grinning, her eyes sparkling and I know everything will be okay. We’ll have shit to handle but we’ll handle it.
Together.
I move slowly, softly, smoothly. Gliding my cock in and out with gentle slides of hard through soft. It’s an easy rock of my hips against hers.
And the whole time our gazes stay locked. In her eyes I see my future, a life I never dreamed of before meeting her.
I want to tell her I love her but I know it’s too soon to utter those words. But I can show her. I can make her feel them with every breath she takes for the rest of the night.
And as much as she wanted to worship me when we got home, as much as I wanted to let her, I want to worship her more.
Before the sun comes up and we have to deal with the world outside, she’ll be in no doubt I’m all in.
Picking up the pace, I push harder, faster, and take us up to the peak we were both so close to before I let my emotions and fear get in our way.
There will be time to indulge those later. After I’ve given her so much pleasure, she’s breathless and limp and falling asleep in my arms.
Breaking eye contact, I lower my head and kiss her jaw, her cheek, her lips. It’s the last that snags me. Catches me in the lush heat of her mouth and keeps me there.
She gives as well as takes, and in seconds we’ve gone from slow and easy to fast and furious.
