Her hand slides under my t-shirt.

Her eyes fix on mine. "Let's not talk."

I nod as I pull her closer.

I lean down and press my lips to hers.

She kisses back as she digs her fingers into my sides.

Her thighs squeeze my hips.

Fuck. She tastes good. Like salt and sunscreen and Iris.

I pull her tank top to her shoulders. She breaks our kiss so I can pull it over her head.

Then she's tugging at my shirt.

It's messy.

Hungry.

"Bed. Now." I slide my hands to her ass. "I've got you."

She nods as she wraps her arms around me.

I lift her from the counter.

She clutches at my t-shirt as I carry her across the living room. "Are you really doing this?"

"Yeah." I kick the bedroom door open then lean down to lay her on the bed.

She looks up at me. "Show off."

"You love it."

She shakes her head, but she's smiling.

All the fucked-up shit from today is already gone.

And the fucked-up shit from every other day is slipping away, bit by bit.

I press her knees apart. "Take off your bra."

"Take off your shorts." She stares back into my eyes. "You first."

I step out of my shoes. Peel off my socks.

She laughs. "Smooth."

"Thanks." I push my basketball shorts off my hips.

The teasing look falls right off Iris's face.

Her teeth sink into her lip. Her blue eyes fill with desire.

She arches her back as she unhooks her bra and tosses it aside.

Fuck, this view puts the Malibu hills to shame.

She's splayed out on the bed for me in nothing but a pair of tiny shorts. And she's staring up at me like she needs me more than she's ever needed anything.

"Boxers." Her voice gets heavy. Needy. She brings her feet together. Kicks off one shoe. Then the other. Then the socks.

It's smooth.

But there's no room for comebacks in my head.

There isn't room for anything but I need to hear her groan my name.

It's fucking perfect.

I stare into her eyes as I slide my boxers to my feet.

She lets out a low, deep sigh.

"Take off your shorts." My voice isn't a request. It's a demand. It's a fucking order.

But it doesn't turn her off.

It makes her groan.

Slowly, she brings her hands to her hips and slides her shorts to her thighs.

I lean down to pull them to her feet.

My fingers brush her big toe. Slowly, I trace a line up the inside of her foot, her calf, her inner thigh.

Over her panties then down the other leg.

Her eyelids press together. She turns her head to one side. "Walker."

I drag my fingertips up her calf. The inside of her knee. Her thigh.

I rub her over her panties.

She tugs at the sheets as she groans.

I plant my hands around her hips and move onto the bed.

My lips find her inner thigh. She's soft. And the way she shakes against my lips—

I need more.

I need too fucking much.

But I'm not going to think about what that means.

I'm not going to think, period.

I drag my lips up her inner thigh and over her panties.

She brings her hand to my hair. Presses her legs against my ears.

Her voice gets needy. Desperate. "Please."

Fuck yeah.

My fingers curl into her hips. I peel her panties to her thighs, her knees, her calves, her toes.

They fall off her feet.

She looks up at me, her blue eyes filled with a plea. The same one that's going through my head.

Erase every thought in my head.

Give me this.

Give me everything.

I plant a kiss on her calf then I work my way up her leg. Every brush of my lips makes her shudder.

She gets louder as I get closer.

She's already wound up.

Already desperate for me.

Still, I tease her. I brush my lips against her clit then move down her other leg as slowly as I can.

I work my way up her calf, her thigh.

She tugs at my hair. "Please." Her breath hitches in her throat.

She slings one leg over my shoulder.

I bring my palm to her thigh and pin it to the bed.

She rocks her hips as she groans. "Walker. Please." Her voice drips with need.

She needs me.

And this—this is something I understand.

Something I'm good at.

Something that makes perfect fucking sense.

"Say it again, sweetness." I pry her legs apart.

"Please."

I dig my fingers into her thigh.

"Walker. Please. Please." Her voice rises to a whine.

"Please what?"

"Make me come." She tugs at my hair. "Now. Please."

Fuck yeah.

I bring my mouth to her.

She claws at my shoulder as I lick her from top to bottom.

Fuck, she tastes good.

I do it again.

Again.

I do it until her thighs are shaking against my hands, then I flick my tongue against her clit.

"Fuck." Her breath gets heavy.

I do it again.

Again.

Her hand knots in my hair.

I look up at her. Watch her eyelids press together. Watch her brow soften. Her shoulders relax.

Fuck, she looks beautiful wracked with pleasure.

Mine.

I push the thought out of my head. That isn't part of our agreement. That is a quick trip to heartbreak.

That isn't happening.

This is simple. Seamless.

I lick her a little harder. A little faster. Higher. Lower. Right. Left. Up and down. Back and forth. With zigzags. With circles.

Her breath catches in her throat.

There.

That's it.

I lick her with steady strokes.

She groans as she bucks against my mouth. As she presses her thighs against my hands.

I dig my nails into her skin, pinning her in place.

And I flick my tongue against her.

"Fuck." She runs her nails over my shoulder. "Walker. Fuck."

I do it again. Again. Again.

A few more flicks and she's shaking.

Her groans get louder. Needier.

I lick her again. Again.

There.

With the next flick of my tongue, she comes. She gets sweeter. Wetter.

My name falls off her lips.

She rocks against my mouth.

"Fuck me. Now." She tugs at my hair.

I plant a kiss on her pelvis then drag my lips up her stomach. Over her breasts. I take her nipple into my mouth and suck hard.

"Walker." It's half fuck me now, half don't stop exactly what you're doing.

I toy with her nipple until she's shaking, then I move to her other nipple and do it again.

Fuck, she's responsive.

I need this—her reacting to me, her filling with pleasure, her everything.

She slides her hand down my stomach. Her fingers brush my cock. She rubs her thumb against my tip.

Fuck.

I reach for the bedside drawer. Grab a condom. Bring it to my teeth to rip the wrapper.

She stares up at me as she wraps her hand around me.

I kiss her as she pumps me.

Her hand feels too fucking good.

"Lie back." She pushes herself onto her elbow. "I want to ride you."

She doesn't have to ask twice.

I lie on my back. Roll the condom over my cock.

She presses herself up. Slings her leg over my hip to straddle me.

I bring my hands to her hips to guide her body over mine.

My tip strains against her.

Then it's one delicious inch at a time.

My fingers dig into her skin.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. She stares back at me as she pushes herself up then brings herself down on me again.

She does it again.

Again.

I cup her tits. Rub her nipples with my thumbs.

Her head turns to one side.

A heavy sigh falls off her lips.

This is exactly how she likes it.

And fuck, she feels good around me. In my hands. On top of me.

I toy with her nipples as she drives her body over mine again and again.

My eyes stay fixed on her. I watch pleasure spill over her expression. I watch her tits shake. I watch my cock fill her again and again.

Her nails scrape my stomach.

She's almost there.

No teasing. Not now. I need to watch her come. Fuck, I need it more than I need to come.

I bring my thumb to her clit and I rub her with steady strokes.

She plants her hands on my chest and rocks against my thumb.

My balls tighten.

Her cunt pulses.

She groans my name as she comes.

Fuck, that feels good.

I rub her through her orgasm.

Then I bring my hands to her hips and I guide her body over mine.

She stares back at me as I thrust into her.

I go deeper.

Harder.

There.

Fuck.

My nails sink into her skin as I come. Pleasure spreads through my torso. My arms and legs and fingers and toes.

My cock pulses. My hips rock.

I spill every fucking drop.

She leans down and presses her lips to mine.

I bring my hand to her head, hold her against me as I kiss her harder. Deeper.

We untangle slowly.

My lips stay pressed to hers.

My thoughts stay on her.

I need her.

Too much of her.

But I'm still not ready to think about that shit.