Breaking Bailey's Rules(10)

But she tasted so damn good. And he didn’t want to stop. Truth be told, he’d been anxiously waiting for this minute. He would even admit he’d waited ever since that day at the airport when he’d first thought her lips were a luscious pair. A pair he wanted to taste. Now he was getting his chance.

Her tongue was driving him insane. Her taste was hot, simply addictive. She created a wildness within him, unleashing a sexual beast that wanted to consume every bone-melting inch of her. When had he kissed any woman so thoroughly, with such unapologetic rawness?

He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her mouth captive as his mouth and tongue sucked, licked and teased every delicious inch of her mouth. This kiss was so incredibly pleasurable his testicles ached. If he didn’t end things now, this kiss could very well penetrate his very soul.

He reluctantly broke off the kiss, but made sure his mouth didn’t stray far. He could feel the sweet, moist heat of her breath on his lips and he liked it. He liked it so much that he gave in to temptation and used his tongue to trace a path along her lips. Moments later that same tongue tracked a line down her neck and collarbone before returning to her mouth.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking it, but at that moment he wished the truck had a backseat. All the things he would do to her filled his mind.

“That was some acceptance,” she whispered hotly against his lips.

He leaned forward and nibbled around her chin. “Acceptance of what?”

“My apology. Maybe I should apologize more often.”

He chuckled lightly, leaning back to meet her gaze. “Do you often do or say things that require an apology?”

“So I’m told. I’m known to put my foot in my mouth more often than not. But do you know what?”

“What?”

“I definitely like your tongue in my mouth a lot better, Walker.”

Walker drew in a ragged breath. He was learning there was no telling what would come out of that luscious mouth of hers. “No problem. That can be arranged.”

He leaned in and kissed her again; this time was more intense than the last. He figured he needed the memory of this kiss to take back to Kodiak for those long cold nights, when he would sit in front of the fireplace alone and nurse a bottle of beer.

She was shivering in his arms and he knew it had nothing to do with the temperature. She was returning his kiss in a way that ignited every cell in his body, and tasted just as incredibly sexy as she looked. Never had he sampled a woman whose flavor fired his blood to a degree where he actually felt heat rushing through his veins.

He could do a number on her mouth forever, and would have attempted to do so if he hadn’t felt her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. He needed to end this now or else he would be a goner. There was only so much he could take when it came to Bailey.

Walker broke off the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. The needs filtering through him were as raw as raw could get. Primitive. It had been years since a woman had filled him with such need. He was like a starving man who was only hungry for her.

“I didn’t bring you out here for this, Walker.”

Her words had come out choppy but he understood them. “You said that already.” He kept his forehead plastered to hers. There was something so alluring about having his mouth this close to hers. At any time he could use his tongue to swipe a taste of her.

“I’m saying it again. I only wanted to park and talk.”

He chuckled against her lips. “That’s all?”

Now it was her turn to chuckle. “You are so typically male. Ready to get laid, any time or any place.”

“Um, not really. I have very discriminating taste. And speaking of taste,” he said, leaning back slightly so he could look into her eyes, “I definitely like yours.”



Bailey nervously licked her lips. What was a woman supposed to say to a line like that? In all honestly, there was nothing she could say, especially while gazing into the depths of Walker’s dark eyes. He held her gaze hostage and there was nothing she could do about it. Mainly because there was nothing she wanted to do about it. His eyes had her mesmerized, drawing her under his spell.

The same thing had happened earlier when she’d watched his two movies back-to-back. What Chloe had said was true. His performances in both roles had been award-worthy material. Sitting there, watching him on her television screen, was like watching a totally different person. She could see how he’d become a heartthrob in a short period of time. His sexiness had been evident in his clothes, his voice and the roles he’d chosen. And those lovemaking scenes had blazed off the charts. They’d left her wishing she had been the woman in those scenes with him. And tonight, as unbelievable as it seemed, she had lived her own memorable scene with him.

She had to remember the reason she had brought him here. Apologizing for last night was only part of it. “There’s something else I need to talk to you about, Walker.”

He tipped his head back. “Is there?”

“Yes.”

“Can I kiss you again first?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip.

Bailey knew she should say no. Another kiss from him was the last thing she needed. She feared it would detonate her brain. But her brain was halfway gone already, just from the sensuality she heard in his voice. His thumb gently stroking her lip stirred a need that primed her for something she couldn’t define but wanted anyway.

He was staring at her, waiting for an answer. She could feel the effects of his spellbinding gaze all over her body. Suddenly she felt bold, empowered, filled with a burning need. Instead of answering him, she pushed in the center console, converting the truck from bucket seats to bench seats. Easing closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her mouth up to his. “Yes, Walker. You can kiss me again.”

And as if that was all he needed to hear, he swooped down and sucked her tongue into his mouth. Bailey couldn’t help but moan. He was consuming her. She sensed a degree of hunger within him she hadn’t recognized in the other kisses. It was as if he was laying claim to her mouth, branding it in a way no other man had or ever would, and all while his knuckles softly stroked her jaw.

She kissed him back with the same greediness. No matter what costar she’d watched him with earlier, he was with her now. This was real, no acting involved. The only director they were following was their own desire, which seemed to be overtaking them.

Walker’s hand reached under her sweater to caress her stomach, and she moaned at the contact. The feel of his fingers on her bare flesh made her shiver, and when he continued to softly rub her skin she closed her eyes as awareness spiked fully into her blood.

The moment he released her mouth, she leaned closer and used her tongue to lick the corners of his lips. His hand inched upward, stroking her ribs, tracing the contours of her bones until he reached her breasts. She drew in a deep breath when his fingertips drew circles on the lace bra covering her nipples. The twin buds hardened and sent a signal to the juncture of her thighs. When he pushed her sweater out of the way, her body automatically arched toward him.

As if he knew what she wanted, what she needed, he undid the front clasp of her bra. As soon as her breasts sprang free, he lowered his mouth to them. Her nipples were hard and ready for him and he devoured them with a greediness that had her moaning deep in her throat.

When she felt the truck’s leather touch her back, she realized he had lowered her onto her back. She ran her hands over his shirt and began undoing the buttons, needing to touch his bare skin like he was touching hers. Moments later, her fingers speared into the hair covering his chest.

She heard him growl her name seconds before he captured her wrists, holding her captive while his tongue swirled languorously over her stomach. Her skin sizzled everywhere his mouth touched. And when his mouth reached her navel, he laved it with his tongue. Her stomach muscles flexed beneath his mouth.

Walker was convinced Bailey’s body was calling out to him. He was determined to answer the call. She tasted wonderful and when she rocked her body beneath his mouth he couldn’t help but groan. His control was eroding. He’d thought all he wanted was a kiss to remember, but he discovered he wanted something more. He wanted her. All of her. He wanted to explode in the heat she was generating. But first, he wanted to fill her with the rapturous satisfaction she needed.

Raising his head, he met her gaze. The fire in her eyes almost burned him. “Lift up your hips, Bailey,” he whispered.

When she did as he requested, he unsnapped her jeans and worked the denim down past her thighs. He then grazed his fingers against the scrap of lace covering her femininity. He inhaled deeply, drawing her luscious scent through his nostrils. His heart pounded hard in his chest and every cell in his body needed to please her. To give her a reason to remember him. Why that was important, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that it was.

His erection jerked greedily in anticipation of her feminine taste. When he lowered his head and eased his tongue inside her, he forced himself not to climax just from the delicious flavor of her. She pushed against his shoulders and then, seconds later, gripped him hard, holding his mouth right there as she moaned his name. He delved deep inside, stroking her, lapping up her taste with every inch of his tongue.