Page 28 of Fumbling for Perfection

I suck his tip hard, and he instantly releases my hair and pushes me off him and rolls us over so I’m pinned under him. His breaths come hard and quick as he hovers over me, beads of perspiration dotting his forehead.

“You trying to give me a heart attack?” He lowers his forehead to the place between my shoulder and neck. I can feel his heart race as he tries to catch his breath.

“Guess we’re on different chapters, huh?”

Walker pinches my side. “Smart ass.”

I wiggle under him until the tip of his penis nudges my opening. Spreading my legs wide, I lift my hips to him, but he draws away.

“You’re way ahead of me. Or I should say, I’m way ahead of you. Time for you to catch up.”

He slides down my body, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking the tip as aggressively as I sucked his cock while he toys with the other one between his fingertips.

“Oh, God.”

“Right here, babe.” He switches nipples and I shamelessly rub my aching center against him. “Need something?”

I love how he flirts and teases during sex, but tonight, it’s our last. I need him to wreck me.

“I need you to fuck me.” Hell, Kendall would be proud of my mouth. I’m never like this with partners, not that I’ve had one in a hot minute. Other than Walker.

He releases my nipple with a pop and lifts those sexy eyes at me. “I like you desperate for me, Riley. I like it way too much.”

Shit. That’s not supposed to happen. He’s not supposed to like me more.

“You’re very talky tonight.” I wrap my legs around his hips and grind myself into him.

“You’re very...perfect.”

That does it. I’m a gooey, melty, horny, mess of a sap. Walker is everything I’ve been looking for in a man and then some. Fate hates me. God hates me. And Walker’s going to hate me if he ever finds out.

Even if Jackson weren’t in the picture, this would never work out between us. Walker lives on the other side of the country. I have no desire to move to California, and I’m not about to ask him if he’d move three thousand miles for me. I don’t even know what he does for work, where his family is, if he has brothers or sisters.

What we have is amazing chemistry. Nothing more. Our lives are too different for anything to ever happen between us. Believing this helps me not feel as guilty about our hookups. Because that’s all this is between us.

Chemistry. Sex. Good times. It’s not what relationships are built on.

“Riley?”

I snap out of it and blink away my thoughts. He’s staring down at me, still hovering over my chest.

I have no idea what he asked me, if he asked anything. Keeping it light and flirty, I throw my hands in the air and let out a dramatic sigh. “Is that all you’ve got? Because I’m pretty sure I kissed you better than you kissed me—Oh!”

Walker gives me no warning before he dives between my legs and laps my pussy with his tongue. He doesn’t take it slow. No, he thrusts in and out in a hurried frenzy in the same manner I took his cock.

“God. Walker. Oh, God.” I lift my hips to his mouth and reach for the sheets under me while he attacks my pussy.

His fingers replace his tongue and he hooks them inside, making my toes curl into the bed for leverage. He sucks my clit and buries his face deeper between my legs. I can’t help the way my thighs clamp around his head, holding him there while he shows no mercy.

“Walker! I’m going to—”

He adds another finger and sucks harder, and I would have catapulted off the bed if his arm wasn’t holding me down. Electricity rushes through my body and I lose my vision, my hearing, my sight, as the orgasm combusts through my body.

If my heart wasn’t racing like a fucking machine, I’d think I was dead. The only sound I hear is the beating of my heart, and I swear it’s between my ears instead of in my chest. I lay spent, spread eagle on the bed, and am faintly aware of Walker tearing open a condom.

“Ready for the next chapter, baby?”

I’m too spent to lift my head, but I open my eyes to a grinning sexy beast of a man. “You don’t play fair.”

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