Page 35 of One Day

“Cowboy, don’t you—”

I’m cut off by the sound of ripping fabric. Looking down, I see him staring at his handy work as he rips my tights until they are loose around my waist, pushing what’s left down my legs. His fingertips leave goose bumps along my skin.

“Was that really necessary?” I ask, lifting my foot when he moves my tights off my leg and then the next. Scrunching the fabric up in his palm, he leans his head back to look at me with a cocky smile on his lips.

It’s a total one-eighty from the Walker Bodie I know, and my stomach flips knowing I’m about to be well acquainted with him.

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he says, tossing the torn fabric onto the floor behind me.

“Two,” I say, my breath catching when he squeezes my hip. He cocks an eyebrow at me in question. “I’m collecting interest.”

“Are you now?” he asks, holding my eyes as he leans in. His fingertips dip into the back of my thong. “I better make it worth it then.”

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to my hip bone. His hand slides out from the back of my underwear to cup my ass fully, pulling me forward as he moves to my navel. My eyes fall shut when his teeth gently scrape my skin, my lips rolling together to keep the whimper from escaping my lips when I feel him smile against my skin.

“Let me hear you, Sunny.” He tips his head back, eyes bright even in the dark lighting of my room. I feel completely out of place in his grasp. Despite being the one to ask, he’s taken full control, and I’ve let him. I feel like I’m tiptoeing around my own mind, unsure of what I’m supposed to do now that we are here.

“Walker…” I trail off, my chest suddenly tight with anxiety when his fingers slip under the thin bands on either side of my hip, holding my underwear in place. He toys with it for a moment before pulling it back, letting it snap against my skin. This time, the whimper falls from my lips without hesitation. His smile is evident when he kisses my mound.

“That’s it, needy girl,” he says, his hands sliding further up my dress.

When he reaches the small of my waist, the string crossing over the open back of my dress and tying at the front makes him pause. I move to undo it when his hands tighten on my waist, and he seizes forward, taking my pebbled nipple through the fabric of my dress.

“Walker,” I warn, biting my tongue. “We…” I trail off because his lips on me—even through the fabric of my clothes—is making me stupid.

He hums against my torso, leaving a trail of kisses from the bottom of my scrunched-up dress to the top of my thong. “Can I do something for you?” he asks, his breath ghosting over my belly button as he tips his head back to look at me.

“Rules. You said we needed rules.”

“We can talk about that after,” he says before taking the waistband of my underwear between his teeth, and my knees nearly buckle at the sight. Part of me thinks if it weren’t for the tight grip he has on the back of my thighs, I would.

It’s stupid to keep going without setting boundaries, and I know that. There’s a blinking red light going off in my head telling me to think with my brain and not the growing heat between my legs, but then he’s sinking to his knees in front of me, and my chest immediately tightens in anticipation.

“Walker,” I breathe, tangling my fingers in his hair. I bite down on my bottom lip when he moves my underwear down my legs. “You don’t—”

He presses his lips to my hip, his hand moving further down my leg to lift one of them onto his shoulder. “If you think we’re doing this and I’m not getting a taste of you, you are sorely mistaken,” he says, pulling his glasses off. “Hold,” he says, waiting only a second for my fingers to pinch the arm before his fingers curl around my thighs, my vision going blurry as his tongue dips between my folds.

“Walker,” I whimper, moving my free hand to his shoulder to hold myself up when he adds a finger. The edge of my vision grows darker with each move he makes. “Wait,” I say, grabbing his shoulder with my free hand.

He pulls back to look at me, concern creasing his features. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I shake my head because there is nothing I want more than his face buried between my thighs. I’m pretty sure he’s about to ruin sex for me, and I’m going to wholeheartedly let him. “Quite literally nothing, but if we keep going, which yes, please do, I am going to fall.”

He grins up at me, squeezing my leg. “Well, we can’t have that.”

Lifting my leg off his shoulder, I set my foot on the floor and swap spots with him. Reaching for the nightstand, I set his glasses down before settling on the edge of my mattress, safe from falling on my ass while he unravels me. Which at this point seems inevitable, likely to happen more than once with the rate he’s going. Not that I have any complaints.

“Better?” His hands slide over the side of my legs and to the back of my knees, pulling me forward to give him a better angle. I lift my legs up to rest over his shoulders, watching the lustful look in his eyes as he takes me in.

“Better,” I say with the nod of my head.

Sliding his hands up the underside of my legs, he nips at the tender skin of my thighs on his way back to my center. He starts out slow, running a finger along my wetness before pushing one in. I squirm along the comforter towards him, desperate for more.

“You always this wet, Sunny?” My lips part to answer, but it only comes out in a string of whimpers when he presses a kiss to my clit before sucking it. My toes curl as his fingers and tongue work in tandem, drawing out my orgasm.

“Oh God,” I cry out, my words muffling when I throw my hand over my mouth to keep some sort of anonymity. My free hand digs into the comforter beneath me as he continues to lick me through the wave of ecstasy as it works its way down my body. I am almost certain I will never be the same after him, not after that.

He’s completely unraveled me, and when he works his way up my body, his hands now finding the string on the front of my dress to work it the rest of the way up my body, there’s a stupid grin resting on his lips. The taste of me on his tongue as his arm loops under my waist, lifting me up to undress me.

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