Page 27 of Fumbling for Perfection

“No buts.” He captures my lips with his and tangles his fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp.

I fall into his hard body and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I deserve this. I deserve happiness. To feel loved—even if it’s only physical. I deserve this little bit of selfishness in my life. I deserve Walker and whatever he wants to offer me.

He keeps his hands above my neck, but I don’t want to wait anymore. We’ve been at this foreplay stage for hours now. I drop my hands to his waist and find the bottom of his sweatshirt, slipping my fingers underneath until I find his warm, hard abs.

Walker sucks in a breath as I clutch at his back before dropping my hands to his ass. Everything about him is hard. His abs, his ass, his cock as it rubs against my stomach. But his heart is soft, as are his kisses.

He kisses me softly, waiting for me to take the lead. It’s not fair that this man is so perfect. So wonderful. So right for me when I’m no longer right for him.

I glide my tongue along his bottom lip and push into his mouth, taking everything I possibly can in this kiss. If it’s our last, I want it all. Sweet, gentle, rough, hard, fast, and slow. I don’t know how he does it, but Walker makes all my wishes come true.

Sliding his hand under my thigh, he lifts my leg and circles it around his hips. He lifts me in his hands and carries me across the room to the bed. Instead of plopping me down or falling on top of me, he sits at the edge and holds me in his lap.

We’re still fully clothed, which needs to be remedied. Quickly. While I’d love to spend all night with Walker, my heart won’t be able to handle falling for him. This has to be about sex, scratching the itch, and then I need to leave.

For good.

“I fucking love kissing you.” Walker frames my face in his hands and slows his kisses, staring at me, his stormy eyes filled with lust and longing.

“You know what would make this make out session even better?” I wiggle in his lap, pressing myself against his hard length, and grin when he gasps.

“I have a few thoughts.”

“Hm.” I run my fingers through his short hair and press my chest into his. “I wonder if we’re on the same page.”

Flirting with Walker is fun and easy. It should worry me that I’m so comfortable with him, and I allow the guilt to creep for only a moment before I tamp it back down again.

“You know how much I like to read.” He rubs his nose along my jawline, inhaling my scent before resting his lips on my neck behind my ear. “I’m really good at reading between the lines.”

“Is that so?”

Walker gently tugs my earlobe between his teeth. “I need you naked.”

“And here I thought you could read me like a book.”

He tips his head back and studies me, the line between his brow deepening. His hands drop from my face and I take his moment of surprise to push him back on the bed.

I hover over him, my hair hanging low and brushing over his shoulders. “I was thinking about how much better this would be ifyouwere naked.”

A slow smile forms on his lips. He pushes back my hair and holds it in one hand. “Great minds think alike. Why don’t we both get out of these clothes and take our make out session to the next level.”

I push myself up so I’m straddling his hips and grin. “Nowwe’re on the same page.”

It’s quick and sloppy and wonderful as our hands grope at each other’s clothes in a rush to take them off. When we’re both finally naked and wrapped in each other’s arms in the center of the bed, we slow our kisses.

“Like I said,” Walker murmurs into my mouth. “I fucking love kissing you.”

He needs to stop with the sweet talk or I’ll never be able to protect my heart. Sex. This has to be about sex. No feelings allowed.

“I’m kind of tired of kissing your mouth.” I pull back and roll away from his body. “There’s another part of you I’d like to wrap my lips around.”

I don’t give him a moment to register what I’m doing before I take his hard length into my mouth. I don’t ease my lips and tongue down his shaft. There’s no playing. No finessing. I deep throat him instantly, not giving either of us time to think with our heads or our hearts.

“Fucking hell, Riley.” He clutches at my hair and there’s a slight pain at my scalp, which I love. It’s not something I ever fantasized about in a relationship, rough sex.

But since a relationship is impossible between us, rough sex is what this needs to be. I bob my head up and down, taking him deep, then dragging my lips and my teeth along him and sucking his tip.

“Fuck. Riley. Fuck.” His hips lift and his free hand grips at the sheet under him. “Slow down, baby. Fuck.”

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