Page 15 of Fumbling for Perfection

“Even marathoners need to rest every now and then.” Walker pushes my hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear. “And I’m glad you stayed the night.”

I curl my bottom lip between my teeth to stop the ridiculous grin that threatens to take over my face. If only I’d met Walker months ago. Not that it would matter. He lives in San Francisco. I’ll never see him again, which was what made him the perfect one-night stand.

“I should go,” I say, making no effort to climb out of his warm bed.

“Hm.” He strokes my face with the pad of his thumb and drags it across my bottom lip. “Before you go, there’s one more thing we need to do.”

“What’s that?”

With a quick burst of energy, Walker rolls on top of me and kisses my forehead before hopping out of bed. “Come.”

He holds out his hand to me, but I can’t help the direction of my eyes. His erect penis is at eye level with me, and I want to reach out and touch it. Again.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” Before I can register what he’s doing, Walker whips the covers off me and scoops me up in his arms. “I can’t send you back sweaty and smelly.”

“I don’t smell!” I smack his shoulder. Maybe like him. Maybe like sex. I don’t want to wash his scent off me, but it would sound kind of stalker-ish if I told him that.

Walker sets me on the bathroom counter, and I yelp when my naked ass hits the cold marble. He turns on the shower and returns to me, capturing my mouth between his lips.

“I’ve fucked you against the wall and draped over the couch.” True story. That was condom number three when we came out to get some water. “In the bed on your back, on your knees, and with you on top. I’ve tasted you in the living room and in the bedroom. Now I need to taste and fuck you in the shower.”

“Oh.”

“Yes. MoreO’s before...”

Before I leave.I stare into his stormy eyes, reading the lust and something more. Not regret. If he regretted this night, he wouldn’t be extending it with morning shower sex.

“MoreO’s sounds like a fantastic idea,” I whisper against his lips and wrap my legs around his hips, tugging him closer.

He picks me up and carries me to the shower where he kisses me like his life depends on it. Like he’ll never see me again, which he won’t. I return the kiss with reckless abandon, grinding my pussy into him and driving my tongue further into his mouth. I tug at his hair, not allowing a breath of air between our bodies.

“Fuck, Riley.” He breaks the kiss, and we’re both gasping for air.

His erection rubs against my center, and I can’t help grinding against him. “Walker.” I’m so close to losing it. I need him in me. I crave him. No one else will ever compare to the way he makes me feel. To the way his body feels against mine.

“Riley.” He crashes me to the wall of the shower, cradling my head, and thrusts his length inside me.

“Oh, God.” I squeeze him and ride him, grinding hard and fast against him. He. Feels. So. Damn. Good. The pressure builds up inside and I explode around him.

He kisses my gasps away while continuing to thrust through my orgasm. “Baby. Riley. Fuck.” He pumps once more, twice, then pulls out and comes on my stomach. “Fuck.”

I’m still grinding against him as we catch our breath. My head drops to his shoulder and I hang on for dear life, my body completely spent.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Sorry?” I lift my head and cup his cheeks. “For what? That was...amazing.”

“I’m clean. I swear.”

“Clean?” I look between us, aware of the stickiness on my stomach. “No condom.”

“I’m pretty sure I pulled out in time. If I didn’t—”

“No. It’s okay. The, um, timing isn’t right.” That’s not a lie. The timing fucking sucks.

In three hours, Jackson will be announcing our engagement.

“Holy shit. You got fucked six ways to Sunday and I’m totally jealous over it.”

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