Page 64 of Finding Redemption

“Please, don’t let me stand in your way.” I push away from Walker’s chest, to no avail. He holds onto me like a life preserver.

“How about we check out the dance floor before I decide?” Walker’s raspy growl fills my ear, sending chills through my body.

I do nothing more than bob my head. He escorts me onto the darkened dance floor. His hands are all over me before I can gather my wits. He feels so good as he slides between my legs. Thank goodness, I wore these boots. I’m taller and can ride his thigh.

I might die, but at least I’ll die happy.

“Fuck, Reese. Can you get any sexier?” Walker groans against my cheek, filling his hands with my ass.

“I could ask you the same thing.” I bite my lip. I drag my eyes down his body, draped in a tight, white tee and fitted denim-washed jeans.

“I just can’t fight it anymore,” he growls, nipping my earlobe.

“Fight what anymore?”

“Craving you. Not having you.” His soft lips graze my jaw. “Of not getting my fill of you.”

“Fuck me.” He stops cold, tilting back to stare at me. “I didn’t mean now.” I wave my hand in the air.

“Next time, clarify.” I hold my breath as I fall into his shining eyes. “Or you might end up pushed against a wall somewhere in a corner.”

“Don’t let me stop your plans.” I run the tip of my tongue along the base of his neck.

“Dammit, girl.” His hand tangles in the hair at the base of my neck. “I swear, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Believe me when I tell you I can handle it.” I moan when his lips trail a path of nips and sucks down my neck.

“Goddammit, Reese.” It’s all I hear as he whips me around and hauls me out the door.

Darkness fills my sight, but Walker knows exactly where he’s taking me. When my back is pushed against a wall, I’m no more surprised than the fact that my panties are soaked from his touch.

“You need to understand what you’re wanting.”

“And you need to comprehend it’s what I need.”

He studies me, his hand finding my neck. His thumb rubs lines along my collar. “What if… I lose control?” His voice is hoarse as if he’s struggling.

“You won’t.” I bite my lip, contemplating my next words. “This is different, Walker. I want you the way you are.”

His forehead touches mine on a heavy sigh. “I’d lost all hope of finding you.”

“I’m here now.”

His eyes snap open. “I’m sorry it took so long.”

“Thanks for showing up,” I whisper, and he watches the words roll from my mouth.

Without another word, his mouth takes mine. Controlling, giving, steady yet reckless. It’s everything. His tongue sweeps over mine as his leg wedges between my thighs. I nip his lip when he begins to grind into me. “Too much?”

“Not rough enough,” I stammer, clutching him to me.

I swear the man growls. “Topping from the bottom, Miss Morgan?” He takes my mouth again, commanding it to obey his every whim. He releases me on a gasp. “I do believe you’ll be the death of me.”

I moan against his lips, and a slow smile builds. “Even death can be cheated.”

When his mouth finds mine again, it’s a collision of emotions. Pleasure, guilt, fear, trust, doubt, hope… love. I allow Walker to show me what control means to him. It’s a battle of self, not over someone else. He would never hurt me. He needs to understand that.

A loud noise from the door breaks us apart all too soon. Candy bolts from the door. “Walker? What in the hell are you doing with this fat ass? Oh, my God. Do you fucking like her?” Her venom spews from her like a volcano, and I’m lost in it.