Page 116 of The Ones We Fight For

“I was roasting, so I took them off.” Talia’s explanation was breathless, chest heaving into his as her thigh lifted to prop against Walker’s hip, spreading herself for him. “I was gonna put them back on before the ceremony, I swear. I’ve had a fan blowing up my dress for the last hour.”

“And you think I’m the scandalous one.” He nibbled her earlobe, eliciting a moan when he slipped a finger inside her, his thumb already stroking circles above her entrance. “You want to know what I think?” When Talia gave a muffled sound of pleasure, he continued, dropping his mouth to the hollow of her ear as he spoke in a low, sultry tone. “I think you were hoping I would want to touch you like this before we made it down the aisle. You wanted to be ready for me to take you, Tal. Don’t even pretend you don’t want this.”

“Walker, we can’t,” Talia huffed. A slapping sound echoed off the wall next to him. He reached out to find what the noise was, still working her over with his other hand, and found one of Talia’s hands against the wall, fingers curled in, a sure sign that she was aroused if he didn’t already know by how slick she was for him.

“Hmm,” Walker flicked his thumb harder over her clit, her hips bucking toward him, then dropped his hand away. “Well, I guess if you don’t want to…”

“Dammit, Walker, don’t stop!” Talia complained.

Walker obliged, returning his fingers to her entrance, slipping two inside her this time. “That’s my girl.” It was a tight fit, and Talia gasped, following up her desperation with a slew of curse words. He chuckled. “Such a filthy mouth for someone wearing all white.”

“For all you know, I could be wearing blood red,” Talia scoffed, a soft whimper ringing out when he drove his fingers deeper.

“Are you?”

“I’ll only tell you if you fuck me right now.” Walker’s desire was further spurred on by the feeling of Talia yanking on his belt to loosen it. It came undone quickly, the button and zipper following in its wake.

“I’ll do it whether you tell me the color of your dress or not.” Walker pulled his hand from between Talia’s legs and slid his underwear down enough to free himself. “You’re going to have to jump a little. And I still can’t see anything, so be careful.”

“On three,” Talia breathed. “One… two… three!” Her legs wrapped around Walker’s waist, and he pushed her against the wall more firmly to regain his balance. “Ugh! This freaking dress is in the way!” Talia whined as Walker pawed at the fabric. “Don’t rip it!”

“I’m not responsible for what I do when I’m blindfolded,” Walker laughed, the dress finally pulled up enough to where he could feel her bare skin.

“Oh, is that how it works?” Talia drawled. Her eyebrows were probably arched, the way they always were when he said something truly outrageous.

“Mm-hmm.”

Talia pulled him to her entrance with a practiced hand, and she sank down on him. Walker gripped her hips and thrust upward at the same time. She bounced on his cock, her dress swishing against the wall as she slid up and down.

“Fuck, I love you,” Walker groaned.

“Then marry me,” Talia panted, sheathing him again and rolling her hips forward.

“I think I will. Just as soon as we’re done here.”

“What if I told you I was only marrying you for your kitchen?” Talia teased and ground down hard.

“I’m just going to pretend that's a euphemism.” Walker grinned and leaned forward to lick up the side of her neck. Talia’s muffled sob was exactly the response he was looking for.

They fell into a sloppy and somewhat balanced rhythm, their breaths synced.

“I finished reading your book,” Talia exhaled, digging her fingers into his back on another thrust.

“Which one?” Walker asked, shoving himself in her to the hilt.

“The one that’ll have your name on it, Mr. Hartrick.”

“What’d you think?”

“So good,” she moaned.

“The book, or this?” he growled in her ear, increasing his pace and force.

“Both,” Talia cried out, writhing against him.

“I like it when you call me Mr. Hartrick. Can’t wait to make it your last name. Everyone will know you’re mine.”

“I’m already yours.” Talia bit his lip, and Walker sighed into the pleasant pain of it, amused that in their frantic lovemaking, she forgot to avoid kissing him.

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