Page 61 of One Day

As she works her pants and panties down, I drink in how fucking bright she is. The smile hasn’t left her face since she got here, and with it comes the relief of knowing that I play a small part in keeping it there. Even if it comes along with her giggling.

“What’s got you so giggly?”

She shrugs. “Sucking your dick makes me giddy.”

“Just mine?”

She nods and kicks her jeans to the side, reaching towards my nightstand to grab a condom out of the top drawer. Moving further up my body, she straddles my hips and slides it down my length. “Just yours,” she says. “I kind of like you.”

“Yeah?” I ask. “What do you like about me?”

“Fishing for compliments, Cowboy?” she hums, guiding me to her entrance, and when my lips part to deny the accusation, she sinks down. The only thing that falls from my lips is a moan, and that only seems to light her up more. “I like your abs,” she says, trailing her fingers over my abdomen, pressing her hands down to angle her hips and take more of me. “Who knew all this was hiding under those sweaters?”

“You only had to ask, Sunny.”

She leans down, finding my lips. “I like the way you tangle your fingers in my hair when you kiss me,” she whispers, her tongue meeting mine.

I want so badly to move my fingers into her hair, to hold her in place and memorize every inch of this moment, but I promised to keep my hands where they are, and I already broke it once.

“I like the way you fit inside me,” she says, pushing herself up slightly. Her fingers trailing down my chest until she curls her fingers into my side, anchoring herself. “Like you belong right here,” she says, her words doing something funny to my chest. “With me.”

Our eyes lock, and it’s as if an unspoken truth flows between us, neither of us wanting to grab onto it. To admit this isn’t what we started as.

“I even like this,” she says, trailing her finger along the stubble I haven’t bothered to shave in a few days and grinning when it tickles her fingertip. “I might even be greedy and ask you to eat me out after this so I can see how it feels.”

“Ask? Or tell?”

“Ask.” She rolls her hips forward, taking the rest of me until I’m buried deep inside her. “Consent is sexy, Walker Bodie.”

“Can I touch you now?”

She dips her chin in a small nod, and I take it as my opportunity to finally tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her down to kiss me. My teeth graze her bottom lip, and her lips curl up against mine, her hands moving up my chest to frame my face and roll her hips in one fluid motion. There’s a quiet moment where we just absorb each other, taking this moment for what it is and matching each other beat for beat.

When Sonya finally hits her breaking point, I let myself go beneath her. Her weight on top of me is a comforting presence as we catch our breath. She rolls onto her back, and when she turns her head, I find the same afterglow from the last time we had sex. She looks relaxed in a way I never get to see her. There aren’t enough words to explain how much I like that it’s me leaving her in this state. Not some random guy from the bar or the coffee shop.

Leaning down, I kiss her jaw and roll over until I’m between her legs. My hands slide over her hips to the small of her waist, pulling her towards me while slipping my hands under the hem of her tank top to the band of her bra. I unhook it and slide it up her body, tossing it onto the floor. She inhales as the cold air pebbles her nipples, and I allow myself to drink in all of her. Appreciating the perfect swell of her breasts with my tongue as I work my way down her body.

“Walker, what are you doing?”

“I believe you made a request.”

She smiles. “I didn’t mean right this second.”

I hum against her hip, her skin shivering beneath me. “You put me to work, Sunny. I’ve worked up quite the appetite,” I explain, running my tongue along her folds. “And you’re just what I’m craving.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

SONYA

“You really don’t—”

Walker cuts me off by moving back up my body and pressing his lips to mine, effectively shutting me up. His hands rest on either side of my body, caging me between the mattress and him, and I think I could happily live in this bubble with him forever.

“I believe we’ve already had this conversation,” he says, amusement dancing in his eyes as he leans in until his nose touches mine. “I’m a bit selfish when it comes to you, Sonya Cartelli. I like hearing the sounds you make when I’m between your thighs.” He presses his lips to the underside of my jaw and then to my throat, his teeth scraping along my collarbone.

A whimper slips out, and I feel him smile against my skin. His lips leave a trail from my throat to my belly button, paying attention to each corner of my body like he wants to embroider the feeling of him into every inch so I can never forget. I want to get lost in him and think I could easily do it. He’s worthy of working his way into my chest. And maybe without fully paying attention, I left the door unlocked to let him in.

He presses his lips to my hip bone, slipping his arm under one of my legs to prop it up on his shoulder. His hand slides down my opposite thigh, pushing my legs open wider as he bites down gently on my skin. A cry falls from my lips, my heel pressing into his shoulder blade when he runs his tongue over the bite, soothing it.

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