Page 125 of Forever To Me

Like he’s been writing songs about it. Well, he kind of has.

Like he’s been trying to fight it and losing every damn time. That he has done, too.

My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, drinking him in. He groans against my mouth, and the sound sends heat straight through me straight to my core. Just that sound alone can simply undo me.

I feel the edge of the counter press into my back, and I don’t care.

I feel his hands gripping my waist like he’s afraid to let go, and I don’t care.

I want him to hold me so tight and never let me go.Because this? This is exactly what I wanted. Him and me. Nothing between us. No secrets, just us.

Walker drags his mouth from mine, breathing hard. His forehead presses against mine. “I'm scared I'll mess this up. Things are good between us,” he mutters.

I let out a breathless laugh. “You already wrote a song about me, Walker. You’re past that point now.”

He chuckles, but it’s low and dark and wrecked. His hands tighten on my waist. “If I kiss you again, I’m not stopping.”

I bite my lip, my pulse racing. “Then don’t stop.”

His fingers flex. His resolve cracks. And then?

He kisses me again. And this time, we don’t stop at all.

We waste no time on a strip tease this go ‘round. It's been a long time since we first had that one-night stand at The Dogwood. This is different. This feels like forever.

We both take off everything as quickly as we can, only stopping every few moments to continue to kiss and touch each other. We can't keep our hands off each other, I want him so badly. I cup his jaw, kissing him down his neck andunder his ear. He groans, and I pant with desire. God, I want him.

He reaches between my legs, and his eyes meet mine, "Damn, Red. You feel so good."

"How good?" I murmur.

"So good," he whispers in my ear as his finger works my clit. He uses his fingers, working me until I feel like I'm going to explode, and he takes me all the way there. Not stopping.

"Walker..."

"Come for me, Red. Come hard for me," he pleads because I know he wants me just as bad as I want him.

I can't even see straight, and the room spins as my body tenses and fireworks shoot through me, my body so spent when it's over. "Oh my God," I murmur, panting and leaning against him.

He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me down the hall and lays me on the bed. He gazes down at me and kisses me softly, taking his time.

"I love you, Violet," he says as he gazes into my eyes with nothing but love in his eyes.

The feeling is the most beautiful thing that I'm not sure I could even begin to describe. "I love you so much, Asher," I whisper and tip my head to his lips and kiss him.

He takes his time, playing with my breasts, sucking and blowing on my nipples until I feel like I could come again.

He finally takes his cock in his hand and reaches into the drawer and pulls out a condom, rolling it on, and why does he even make that look hot, too? I don't know how, but he does.

He takes his time at first, watching me, giving me time to adjust to him because he fills me up so good.

"Walker," I cry as he gets me almost there again. "More."

He fills me harder, faster, taking me to the brink, and then before I can help it, I'm coming and he is, too. His face is beautiful ashe contorts in pure ecstasy, and buries his face into my neck, a satisfied groan filling my ears, sending little aftershocks through me.

He lays his head next to me on the pillow and looks over at me. "How did I get so lucky, Red?"

I turn and smile at him. "Lucky? Baby, look around. You worked hard for everything you have here. There's no luck in that. You're a good man, and you deserve everything that you have."

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