The entire ride home, I turn over Dean's words.

Does he know better?

Or should I take my boyfriend at his word?

I try to hold onto the question, but my thoughts dissolve as soon as Walker pins me to the closed front door.

His fingers trail up my inner thigh.

His eyes lock on mine.

They fill with every ounce of desire in the world.

He presses his palm against me. "You wore these to torture me, didn't you, sweetness?"

"What if I did?"

"You get off on teasing me."

"Maybe."

"I should torture you for that."

My nod is heavy.

"I will."

My tongue slides over my lips.

He rubs me over my shorts. "You want my fingers in your cunt?"

"Yes." I want all this doubt gone. I want to believe that he's mine forever. That nothing outside this moment matters. That I'm more than my ugly past.

"You want to come on my cock?" He presses his palm against my hip, holding me in place as he rubs me over my shorts.

My breath catches in my throat. "Yes."

"You want me to split you in half, sweetness?"

"Yes."

"Good. Take off your clothes."

I unzip my hoodie and slide it off my shoulders.

Walker presses his lips to mine. Then it's his hips against mine.

He pins me to the door.

Fuck, he's hard. I want every inch. I want every drop him.

I pull my tank top over my head. Reach behind my back to unhook my sports bra. I'm messy about sliding it off my shoulders.

I can't wait.

I need him.

I need every layer between us gone.

His pupils dilate as he takes me in. He rocks his hips half an inch. Enough to remind me I'm pinned.

Enough to drive me out of my fucking mind.

He brings both hands to my hips, lifts me, pins me to the door with his body.

I wrap my legs around his waist. My arms around his chest. It's like I'm a million miles off the ground. Like I'm in free fall.

I guess I am.

There's no coming back from falling in love with him.

He looks up at me. His eyes are different than normal. Needier and more commanding at once.

His fingers curl into my thighs, keeping me in place.

Slowly, he rocks against me, pressing his cock against my clit.

There's all this fabric in the way, but I can feel his warmth, his hardness.

And—

Fuck.

He does it again. Again. Again.

My eyelids flutter together.

One hand knots in his hair.

The other claws at his muscle-tank. I grab at the cotton thing and hold on tightly.

He tortures me with those tiny movements.

"Walker," I breathe. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Fuck me."

"Not yet."

I tug at his hair. "Please."

"You're not even close to that, sweetness." He digs his fingers into my hip.

Pins me harder.

Rocks a little softer.

I can barely feel him, but, fuck, the way my panties rub against me—

It's like I'm in high school again, dry humping on the couch because it's all I can get.

This can't be it.

I need more.

I need everything.

I claw at his back. His skin is slick. I can't get a grip. Fuck, I lost my grip a long, long time ago.

He looks up at me like he's going to give me the world.

And like he's never going to relent.

Heat pools in my sex. Desire races to my fingers and toes.

"Walker." My hips shift. It gets me more of him. Harder. It's not enough. It's closer, but it's not enough, and it's even worse being that much closer. "Please."

"Please what, sweetness?"

"Make me come."

"How?"

I murmur something incomprehensible.

He rocks into me again.

Again.

Again.

"Please," I breathe. "Fuck me." I don't give him a chance to respond. I press my palm into the back of his head to bring his lips to mine.

I kiss him with everything I have to give.

His tongue slides into my mouth. His hips rock against mine.

I pull back to suck in a deep breath, then my lips are on his again.

He claims my mouth with his tongue.

Slowly, he unwraps my legs and sets me on the ground. His fingers trail the waistband of my shorts.

Then he's tracing their hem.

The seam that runs between my legs.

"Fuck." I groan against his mouth. I press my palm against his stomach, reaching for him.

He wraps his hand around my wrist and pins my arm to the wall.

Fuck. I love it when he's in control.

How do I love it this much?

My sex clenches as he pins my other arm to the door.

He's going to fuck me against the front door when there's a couch ten feet away. A bed in the other room. A shower.

That's how badly he needs me.

How little he can wait.

"Walker." I fight his grip.

He pins me harder. "Hands at your sides, sweetness."

"Or?"

"Or I stop."

I shake my head. No. Anything but that.

He brings one hand to my stomach. Traces the seam of my shorts back and forth.

And back.

And forth.

God, his soft touch…

My sex is aching.

I've never been this empty. This needy. This desperate to be full.

He does it again.

Again.

Again.

"Please." The word is a plea and a curse in equal measure.

I hate him. I need him. I love him.

No… I don't love him yet.

Or maybe I do.

It's been too long since I've cared about someone. Since I felt every drop of it, rather than the ones that made it through my high induced haze.

He brings his lips to mine as he slides my shorts off my hips. My panties go with them.

I kick them to my feet. Spread my legs. Arch my back in a desperate plea for more. For him. For everything.

His fingers trail up my thigh with that feather-light touch.

Closer.

Closer.

Almost.

There.

He teases me with his index finger.

He adds his middle finger.

He teases and teases and teases.

"Fuck, Iris." He nips at my bottom lip. "You're wet."

"You're hard."

"Turn around." He steps back.

"Strip."

"Turn around first."

I swallow hard as I spin on my heels.

"Hands on the wall."

I plant my palms against the front door.

Clothes hit the floor.

He moves closer. His cock nudges against the flesh of my ass.

Desire pools between my legs. I arch my back. Rise onto my tiptoes. "Please."

"Not yet." He keeps one hand on my hip. Brings the other to my sex.

He teases with one finger.

Two.

Three.

There.

He slides all three fingers inside me. It's hard. Intense. But it's not enough.

"Fuck me." I rock my hips to push him deeper.

"You're not ready yet, sweetness." He drives deeper. Deeper.

Too deep. It hurts.

But then that fades and it only feels good.

"You have no fucking idea how hard I can go." He drives deeper.

"Walker."

"You want it hard?"

"Yes?"

"Rough?"

"Yes."

"You want me to come in that pretty pink cunt?"

"Please."

"Fuck, Iris." He pulls his fingers almost all the way out then slams them into me again.

Maybe he's right. Maybe I can't handle it this hard and rough.

But that's how I want it.

I want it to own every one of my senses.

To push every other thought away.

I need to forget everything but his body against mine.

He drives his fingers into me again and again.

My heels fall onto the floor. My fingers slip.

He brings his hands to my wrists to reposition me.

Then his hands are on my hips and his lips are on my neck.

He sucks on my skin. Then it's his teeth against my tender flesh. A soft bite.

A harder one.

My sex clenches. "Fuck, Walker." I lean my head to one side, offering my neck to him. "More."

He bites me harder this time. Pain melts into pleasure. My limbs get light. Desire spreads down my torso.

"Fuck me. Please."

"Beg me."

"Walker, please." I rock my hips. "Fuck me. I want to come on your cock. I want you inside me."

He scrapes his teeth against my neck.

"I want to feel you come." I suck in a shallow breath. "Please."

He tugs at my hips, pulling me into position.

His tip strains against me.

Then it's one inch at a time.

Fuck. My world goes white as he slides inside me. Walker. It's the only thing in my brain. The only thing anywhere.

That's his flesh against mine.

Nothing in the way.

All that trust flowing between us.

Trust I desperately need.

He rocks his hips, slamming into me.

My hands slip. I catch myself just before my face hits the wall. The door. Whatever that is.

He takes my hands, places them as high as they'll go. Presses his hips against mine, his chest against my back, his chin against my ear.

He pins me to the wall until I'm nearly flat. Until there's barely any space between us.

He drives into me. It's hard. Deep.

Fuck. That feels good. Intense. A little painful. But so fucking good.

He does it again.

Again.

My cheek hits the door. Then my forehead. I cushion the impact with my right arm.

I rise to my tiptoes, arch my back as he's driving into me.

His fingers dig into my hip as he groans.

His lips go to my neck. He plants a sucking kiss on my skin. Then it's the scrape of his teeth.

He bites me as he drives into me.

He does it again. Again. Again.

My eyelids flutter together. My hips rock to meet him. My tongue slides over my lips.

"More." I can't believe I'm asking for more. I can't believe how much I need more.

He bites me harder. My flesh stings. Fuck. That hurts. But I need it. I need him marking me.

His nails dig into my skin.

He drives into me with a hard, steady thrust. "Say my name."

It rolls off my lips as a groan.

"Again." He drives harder.

I groan his name again.

Deeper.

Again.

Deeper.

My words are messy mumbles. The world is a messy mumble. Pleasure and pain and need and desire and satisfaction and secrets and honesty all rolled into one.

"Fuck, Iris." He pulls back. Untangles our bodies. Nips at my neck and shoulders.

"Please." I'm achy without him. Empty. "Come inside me. Please."

"You first." He brings his hand between my legs. His thumb brushes my clit.

Fuck, that feels good. But I need him inside me. I shake my head. "Please, Walker. Please." My voice breaks into a whine. "I need you inside me. Please."

His teeth sink into my shoulder.

I take his wrist and place his hand on my hip.

He brings the other to my waist, pins me to the wall, and drives into me with one steady thrust.

He does it again.

Again.

I close my eyes. I soak in every ounce of him.

A few more thrusts and he loses control of his breath.

He groans. Shakes. Pants.

He goes harder. Too hard. I'm smacking into the wall. It hurts. But then it's still not hard enough.

I rock my hips to meet him. "Come for me, baby." The words fall off my lips seamlessly. That's what he does to me.

He lets out a low, heavy groan.

He drives into me again. Again. Again.

He tugs at my hair.

With his next thrust, he comes. His teeth sink into my neck. His hips rock against mine. His cock pulses inside me.

He spills every drop.

"Fuck." He drags his lips over my neck and shoulders. His breath stays heavy. Needy.

He brings his hand to my chin, turns my head.

My lips find his.

His tongue slides into my mouth. Dances with mine.

His fingers find their way down my stomach. My pelvis. There.

He rubs me with his index finger.

He brings his hand to my breast and toys with my nipple with his thumb.

Fuck. That feels good.

I kiss him harder.

Deeper.

I push every other thought away.

Tension builds between my legs. I'm already so close. So desperate for release.

His tongue slides around mine.

His fingers brush my clit.

His thumb makes circles around my nipple.

There.

All that tension in my sex builds to a fever pitch. It knots tighter and tighter and tighter.

Everything releases.

I groan against his lips as I come.

Pleasure spills through my pelvis, stomach, thighs.

I bring my hands to his hair.

Kiss him harder.

Pull him closer.

Soak up every drop of him.