Page 86 of The Ones We Fight For

“Jump straight up on three and wrap your legs around my waist. Don’t sweep your feet. One—”

“Walker, that’s a little…” Her hesitancy said everything he was thinking. Talia with her legs wrapped around him would be painfully erotic.

“Can you think of a better option?” Walker asked. “I mean, I can pick you up from your legs, but your crotch or chest will just be in my face, and while that might be better for me, it’ll probably be more uncomfortable for you.”

“It’s going to be weird either way. Let’s just get out of this death trap.” Talia cackled nervously, and he found himself laughing with her.

Mid-hysteria, Walker managed to call out the numbers, and she jumped, her legs swinging behind his back and arms locking around his neck. Her center pressed up against his stomach made his nerves light on fire, her breasts just a few millimeters away from his face. When his brain finally jump-started again, he hobbled into his room, trying not to rake his socked feet over any glass particles.

“I’m gonna lay you down on my bed. I don’t know if any glass got out here,” Walker chortled as he shuffled toward his mattress, Talia clinging to him like a sloth on a branch.

“Okay,” she agreed, leaning backwards when his knees hit the frame.

Walker held his breath when he carefully laid Talia back, hovering over her, his torso pressed up against hers. He supposed he could have just let her free-fall to the mattress, but that seemed a little harsh. Tossing her around like a rag doll didn't quite fit the rescue mission. Then again, white knights probably moved on after they deposited their damsels into safe territory. He was frozen, his chest rising and falling, each inhale forcing him closer to her.

“I really want to kiss you right now,” Walker admitted, all his other thoughts going hazy. He didn’t feel so bad about admitting it, considering she could probably feel his erection growing hard against her.

“Didn’t you say that was a bad idea?’ Talia looked up at him, her eyes wide and dark.

“It is a bad idea,” he agreed, but made no attempt to move.

“Then don’t,” she stated. Her body said otherwise. Her eyes drifted down to his lips, her chest heaving to press further into him. His breath hitched.

"I don't think I can stop it this time." A husky exhale left his lungs, the need to have her growing more urgent by the second. Walker could barely contain himself as he leaned forward another inch. “I want you so bad. Please. I can’t stand it anymore, Tal. I need you.”

"Okay," Talia murmured. Her eyelashes fluttered closed, but she didn’t move closer. She waited for him to make the first move.

And he did.

All his self-control snapped the second his lips slanted over hers. It was better than any dream he could ever have combined. Talia’s lips were soft just like he knew they would be, and she tasted like the sweet undertones of honey in a calming chamomile tea, the exact way he made her feel when she wasn’t setting him alight with desire. Even sweeter than her taste was the soft gasp she let out when their lips finally connected. He couldn’t hold back any longer if he tried. Their mouths moved in a frenzied tandem, tongues and limbs tangling like entwined roots. The push and pull had Walker’s body begging to rub up against her, his hips pressing Talia down into the mattress, which dipped under their combined weight. The word “desperation” paled in comparison to the way he wanted to consume her, stroke every inch of her skin, taste her melting against his tongue.

"Fuck," Walker panted into Talia’s mouth. "Terrible idea." He nipped at her bottom lip, gently pulling it with his teeth. She always bit her lip too much for him to not want to do it himself. The tip of his tongue swept over her swollen lower lip, and she sighed, happily sinking into his kiss and rolling her chest against him before dragging her mouth to the shell of his ear.

"Feels pretty good to me," Talia said in a seductive whisper, gently tugging on Walker’s earlobe with her teeth. She lifted her hips to his with a persistent thrust, and Walker groaned as a rush of warmth spread down his body to his groin, hardening all his muscles and making him ache for release.

"So good," he agreed, grinning against her mouth. He pulled away for a second to kiss up her neck, relishing in the vibrations of her throat.

The small, strangled sounds Talia was making drove him wild. Walker sucked at the soft flesh of her throat as her back arched off the bed. His hand advanced to her chest, grabbing a handful of one breast and massaging the soft mound with his fingertips. Talia pushed her chest against his palm, and it took everything in Walker not to rip her clothes off right then and there. He had been thinking about the way she looked in her matching set of black underwear nonstop since seeing in her bedroom mirror a few nights before. He wanted to stand her back up in front of her reflection and do obscene things to her body until they could both watch her release. She needed to know how beautiful she was.

The position they were in had Walker half-off the bed. Eventually, he decided he was in the make-out session for the long haul and crawled up to the headboard, grabbing at her waist to pull her into his lap as he sat on his knees. Talia straddled him and let her head loll back with her eyes closed when she started to grind against him. He pressed into the comforter with his shins to lift up against her each time she ground down against him. The way she looked with her ponytail swaying behind her was a dream. No, it was better than a dream—it was heaven.

You were right. She’s a fucking angel.

“Walker,” Talia moaned, picking up the pace of her thrusts.

If he wasn’t already rock-hard and throbbing for her underneath way too many layers of clothes, hearing her say his name in that breathless cry of pleasure would have made him grow to his full length in seconds. As it stood, he could feel her heat grinding against him, and if she continued for much longer he was going to end up with an accident in his pants. He didn’t even care. Talia would never make him feel embarrassed about it, and he wanted her too bad to slow down. He wanted to make her say his name over and over and over again until she lost her voice from screaming it as she came. No one else was allowed to say his name ever again. Only her.

“Talia.” His hands slid up her sides, one finding placement just below a breast, fingers digging into her ribs. His free hand slipped into her hair and cupped the back of her head, gently tipping it back so he could look at her. “I want—” Another buck of her hips made him lose his train of thought, and he pressed his fingers into her ribcage to bring himself back. “I want to watch you chase it.”

On command, Talia leaned back a little so he could see the movement of her chest as it rose and fell like a wave crashing onto his shore. Walker’s eyes met hers before he dipped forward to kiss her again: a slower, more indulgent kiss than before. He only broke the lip-lock to watch her again.

“I’m so close,” Talia moaned, her eyes sliding shut, thighs pressing down harder with each thrust.

“I’m going to get you there.” Determination welled up inside Walker’s chest as he slid one hand down to cup his fingers against the spot just above where they were grinding against each other. Talia bit back another low moan and he smiled sinfully. “That’s it. Ride me, sweetheart. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to make you come.”

“I’m—oh God, Walker, I’m….” Talia’s words were choppy as Walker felt her body start to writhe and clench with the start of her orgasm. She was so pretty losing herself on top of him that he felt his own release start to build low in his abdomen, his muscles stiffening with reckless abandon.

“Hey, are you guys—Whoa!”

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