Page 97 of With a Grain of Salt

"A little annoyed about you getting in my business," I tell him honestly.

"I could lie and tell you I'll never do it again, but I won't. If I see you need help with something, I'm going to fix it for you, Claire. You need to wrap your head around that right now. If it makes you mad, drag me to the bedroom and work that aggression out on my cock.”

“There he is,” I whisper, looking up at him.

“Are you hungry?”

“Are you trying to distract me?”

“I made dinner,” he says, pulling me into his small dining room.

"That's from The Brew and Chew," I say with a chuckle. The man hasn't even pulled it from the generic THANK YOU bags that Ruth uses.

"I grabbed dinner," he clarifies. "Are you hungry?"

"Not for food," I tell him honestly.

In the next breath, he scoops me up like a bride, and I do my best to shove down those thoughts. I promised myself I'd let my feelings for him occur naturally and that seems too much of a rush.

"Bathroom," he says, using the toe of his boot to open a door as he carries me down the hall. "Extra bedroom."

"Empty?"

"For now," he says, walking me toward the other room. "Larkin's room. She has her own bathroom."

"Is that a toddler bed?" I ask, seeing the huge box leaning against the far wall.

"Twin," he says. "Headboard and footboard. Mattresses are being delivered on Monday, but before you lose your train of thought, we can argue about that later."

"You're crazy," I accuse with another wave of laughter as he spins around and continues down the hallway.

"The primary bedroom," he says, but he doesn't give me much of a chance to look around before he plops me on the bed and covers me with his body.

His lips meet mine and any thought other than the two of us and what the next several hours will look like fade away.

"Jesus, I missed you," he says as he lifts my shirt and pulls down the cups of my bra.

"Are you talking to my—"

"Don't interrupt my reacquaintance," he snaps, only briefly looking up at my eyes before dropping his attention back to my breasts.

My body aches for him, but he doesn't make me wait very long before his lips are wrapped around one peaked nipple, his hand cupping the other one.

I arch my back, wanting more attention.

"Walker," I groan.

"I know, baby."

I pull my shirt over my head and unclip the front snap of my bra, trying to get naked before I get lost in him completely.

He seems just as needy as he leans back, getting off the bed completely. I work my pants off as he strips.

"I pictured this going differently," he says.

"How so?" I ask, holding one foot up so he can pull off my shoe.

"Like all passionate and soft. I wanted to show you how I felt without words."

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