Page 60 of Hot Stuff
I don’t know what will happen in the next few weeks, don’t know if we’ll have to be away from each other as we sort through both our futures.
She needs to concentrate on the Rogues announcement and I have to deal with my retirement.
Then there’s the logistics of where we live, the move I need to make to join her down south.
“Walker?” Her hand cups my jaw and I lean into it.
I smile. “You take my breath away and it’s not because you’re naked under me.”
She returns my smile and moves her hand up the side of my face until her fingers are in my hair. With a little pressure she pulls me down. “Kiss me.”
She doesn’t need to ask. My mouth is already aiming for hers.
I take my time, press lightly, angle my head, and press a bit harder. It’s nothing like the kisses we’ve shared since we got inside the front door.
This is sweet and tender and says far more than either of us is willing to voice yet.
I can’t see my life without this woman in it. I can’t imagine spending a night without her in my bed.
It’s only the second night we’ve spent together, and I know I never want to sleep apart again. And I’m not just talking about sex.
I want her head on the pillow next to mine. I want her scent on the sheets. Hell, I want our clothes in the same closet and dresser. I want her girly stuff cluttering the counters in the bathroom.
I want my ring on her finger.
Pulling back, I stare into her eyes and try to convey everything I’m feeling. Neither of us is ready for where my head and heart are going.
I can’t believe I’m even thinking of forever when less than forty-eight hours ago we hadn’t met.
“Oakley.” I swallow. “I…”
Her smile is sweet and knowing and without saying a word I know she gets it, understands what’s going through my head.
“One day at a time.”
Her words are soft, a whisper in the night between us, and I want to argue, want to have that ring on her finger as soon as possible but I know we’ve got other stuff to deal with.
If I had those wishes we joked about earlier, I’d use one to wish the world away. To wish all the complications and obstacles we’re bound to face away too.
“One day at a time,” I say before pressing my mouth to hers.
This kiss is deeper, wetter, and as each second ticks by, turns more carnal. By the time I pull back to drag in a breath, we’re both panting and our hips are rocking together.
It takes no effort, no stumbling moves or awkward directions to slip my cock into her. To push in deep and take all she is, give all I am.
“Walker.” She murmurs my name against my jaw and I’m helpless to deny her anything.
The way she sounds when she calls to me while I’m buried inside her is the most magnificent sound I’ve ever heard, and I’ve heard the buzzer at the end of a winning game for the Cup.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m at a crossroads or if it’s just Oakley, but I’ve never felt anything like the euphoria I feel when I’m with her.
How do you fall in love in one day?
How do you connect with someone so deeply, so completely, within hours of meeting?
How does something so new feel so familiar, so right?
I can’t answer any of those questions except to say it can happen. I’m feeling it, living it, falling deep into it in a way I never dreamed existed.
