Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
I made a thumbs-down gesture. “Boo. Those are terrible reasons. C’mon…fighting is a small percent of the game, intensity is a good thing, and crossing the street or slipping in the bathtub can be dangerous too.”
“True, but I have a strong aversion to putting myself in dangerous situations. Or watching others do it.”
I shrugged as if I couldn’t argue with the sentiment. “But you’re still coming to the game tomorrow?”
“I am. One cannot interview a hockey player for a special feature and not attend one of his shows,” Walker replied.
“Games,” I corrected with a lopsided grin.
“If you say so.”
“Are we keeping our shirts on or off during the locker room interview?”
“Off, please.”
I snorted and raised my hand up for a high five, chuckling as he punched my palm with his fist. I knew he was hamming up the awkward act, but damn, it was cute. I impulsively caught his hand and held it.
And didn’t let go.
Drop it. Don’t start something you can’t finish. Don’t be a fucking idiot.
Did I listen? No, I told you I wasn’t so smart.
I loosened my grip, sliding my fingers to circle Walker’s wrist. It was fine-boned, almost fragile. My hand looked like a lion’s paw on top of a kitten’s, I mused, mustering the courage to meet his gaze.
Fuck. This was kind of scary. I didn’t know what to say, which was weird ’cause I could usually talk myself out of trouble. Tell a joke, tell a lie, make a mad dash for the door.
I stayed put, massaging the delicate flesh, my thumb brushing the blue veins on his pulse point. Walker watched me with a surreal intensity, but he didn’t pull away.
So…I took a chance and moved my hands to his hips. His breath caught on an inhale, and that was when I leaned in and slanted my mouth over his.
There was a half beat of uncertainty. We froze the way we had last time, but then he moaned into the connection and slid his tongue between my lips.
Fuck, it was good.
The kiss was sweet and unhurried, a lazy exploration that lit me up inside. My blood zinged through my veins as I savored him, nipping his lips and licking a path down the column of his neck before sealing our mouths, devouring him again.
Walker flattened his palms on my chest and lowered them to my sides, tentatively circling my waist. His hands were on my ass, our tongues were tangling, and he was rubbing up on my thigh.
I pushed him to the wall, caging him between my arms, our lips fused. My dick needed friction…or breathing room. I bent my knees to accommodate our height difference and ground my aching dick against Walker’s. I wasn’t sure where we were going with this. I only knew I didn’t want to stop. Not yet.
Our momentum grew with every stroke of tongues, every nudge of our erections. We weren’t making out now, we were feasting, humping, grinding.
Walker grabbed my belt loops, pulling me close. I bit his earlobe, rubbing my bearded jaw along his smooth one and lifted him, holding his ass while I dragged my denim-clad hard-on over Walker’s. He whimpered, throwing his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. I kept him anchored to the wall for support, swaying into him, and fuck…it was so damn good.
He had no idea how much I needed this. I was so hot for him, starving for male touch. And kissing him…fuck, it was almost as good as the feel of his rigid dick through layers of clothing. So good, so fucking good.
My rhythm was off. I was too close too soon. I had to stop this. I had to—
I broke the kiss, panting for air as I released Walker.
We did that staring thing again. If he was looking to me for any bright ideas, he’d come to the wrong place. I had nothing but nasty thoughts in my head. And that was a problem. Walker wasn’t like Carson. He wasn’t a “fuck him and forget him” kind of guy. Don’t ask how I knew that…I just did.
But I couldn’t stop kissing him. One more.
I bent to trail my tongue over his bee-stung lower lip.
“Christ, you taste so good,” I hummed. “I wish I could—what are you doing?”
“Mmm, I’m going to do…something. Don’t argue, don’t tell me it’s a bad idea. I know it is, but I want it. And if you walk out of here and I never get another chance, I’ll regret it forever. So just…let me.” Walker threaded the leather strap from my belt buckle as he nipped my chin. “Please.”
I wisely shut the hell up and let him do whatever the fuck he wanted.
He undid my jeans and pushed me against the wall, sinking to his knees as he lowered my Levi’s and boxer briefs. What happened next could only be described as a master-class blowjob.