Breaking Bailey's Rules(20)

When they met in the center of the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around her with a possessiveness that took her breath away.

“Be careful of your leg,” she warned softly after managing to breathe again. She liked the feel of his body pressed hard against hers.

“My leg isn’t what’s aching,” he said with a huskiness she heard. “Something else is.”

She knew what that something else was. She could feel his erection pressed against the juncture of her thighs. Even while recovering from his injury, his strength amazed her. Although he annoyed her at times by not asking for help, his willpower and independence were admirable. And the thought that this was one particular area where this strong, sexy specimen of a man did need her sent her mind and body soaring.

He pulled back slightly to look down at her and she almost melted from the heat in his eyes. The feel of him cupping her bottom to keep their middles connected wasn’t helping matters. “Our first time making love should be in a bed, Bailey. But I’m not sure I can make it that far. I need you now,” he said in a voice filled with need.

“I’m okay with that, Walker. I need you now, too.” She was being honest with him. When it came to sex, she felt honesty was the best policy. She detested the lies and games some couples played.

He pulled her back into his arms when he said, “There’s something I need to warn you about.”

Now she was the one to pull back slightly to look up at him. “What?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman. A few years. About five.”

The information, which he hadn’t had to give her, tugged at something deep inside her. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man, as well. More than five years.”

He smiled and she knew why. She’d been around the males in her family long enough to know they had no problems with double standards. They could sleep around but didn’t want to know their women had done the same.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “What about your leg? How do you plan for this to work? Got any ideas?”

“I’ve got plenty and I plan to try out every last one of them.”

His words made her heart pound hard against her chest. “Bring it on, Walker Rafferty.”

“Baby, I intend to do just that.” And then he lowered his mouth down to hers.





Eleven

Sensation ripped through Walker the moment their mouths connected. He eased his tongue into her mouth and kissed her with a hunger that had her groaning. In response his erection pressed even harder against his zipper.

He captured her tongue with his and did the kinds of erotic things he’d dreamed of doing. He sucked as if the need to taste her was as essential to him as breathing. He deepened the kiss and tightened his arms around her. She tasted of heat and a wildness that he found delectable.

But then he found everything about her delectable—the way she fit in his arms, the way their bodies melded together like that was the way they were supposed to be.

Walker slowly eased away from her mouth and drew in a deep satisfying breath, missing the feel of her already. “Take off your clothes,” he whispered against her lips.

She raised a brow. “In here?”

He smiled. “Yes. I want to make love to you here. We’ll try out all the other rooms later.”

She chuckled. “Horny, aren’t we?”

He leaned in and licked her lips. “Like I said, it’s been five years.”

“In that case...”

Moving out of his arms, she took a few steps back and began removing her clothes. He watched her every move, getting more turned on with each stitch she discarded. When she had stripped down to nothing but her panties and bra, he finally released the breath he’d been holding.

He was weak in the knees from looking at her and he leaned against the breakfast bar for support. He needed it when she removed her bra and then slowly peeled her panties down her thighs. He couldn’t help growling in pleasure.

It was only then he remembered something very important.

“Damn.”

She lifted a concerned brow. “What’s wrong?”

“Condoms. I don’t have any down here. They’re upstairs in my nightstand.”

She shook her head. “No need, unless you’re concerned about it for health reasons. I’m on the pill to regulate my periods.”

He nodded. The thought of spilling inside her sent all kinds of luscious sensations through him. “No concerns. I’m okay with it, if you are.”

“I’m okay with it.”

He couldn’t help but rake his gaze over her naked body. “You are beautiful, Bailey. From the top of your head to your pretty little feet, you are absolutely beautiful.”



Bailey had never allowed any man’s compliments to go to her head...until now. Walker sounded so serious and the look on his face was so sincere that her heart pounded in appreciation. She wasn’t sure why his opinion of how she looked mattered, but it did. And she immediately thought of a way to thank him. Reclaiming the distance separating them, she leaned up on her toes and brushed her lips across his. Then she licked a line from one corner of his mouth to the other in a slow and provocative way.

She smiled in pleasure when she heard his quick intake of breath, glad to know she was getting to him as much as he was getting to her. “Now for your clothes, Walker, and I intend to help you.” She intended to do more than that but he would find that out soon enough. He braced against the breakfast bar as she bent down to remove his shoes and socks.

Now for his shirt. She leaned forward and undid the buttons while occasionally leaning up to nip and lick his mouth. The more he moaned the bolder she got as she assisted him out of his shirt and then his T-shirt.

Wow, what a chest. She ran her fingers through the coarse hair covering it. She loved the feel of it beneath her hands. She trailed kisses from his lips, past his jawline to his chest and then used her teeth to nibble on his nipples before devouring them with her tongue and lips.

“Bailey.” He breathed out her name in a forced whisper. “I need you.”

She needed him, too, but first...

She reached down and unsnapped his jeans before easing down his zipper. Then she inserted her hand into the opening to cup him. She smiled at how thick he felt in her hand. “Um, I think we should get rid of your jeans and briefs, don’t you?”

Instead of giving him a chance to answer, she kissed him again, using her tongue to further stir the passion between them. She heard him moan, which was followed by a deep growl when she sucked on his lower lip.

“Don’t think I can handle this much longer,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Oh, I think you can handle more than you think you can, Walker. Let’s see.”

She helped him remove his jeans and briefs and then stood back and raked her gaze over him before meeting his eyes. “You are so buff. So gorgeously handsome. So—”

Before she could finish he pulled her to him, capturing her lips in an openmouthed kiss as raw as it was possessive. And when she felt his hand between her legs, she broke off the kiss to ease out of his arms.

“Not so fast. I’m a guest in your home, so today I get to have my way,” she whispered.

With that, her fingers gripped his hardness and gently squeezed, loving the feel of his bare flesh in her hands.

“Don’t torture me, baby.”

Torture? He hadn’t endured any torture yet, she thought, as she continued to fondle his thick width, texture and length, loving every minute of it. He was huge, and she intended to sample every single inch.

In a move she knew he was not expecting, she dropped down on her knees and took him into the warmth of her mouth.



“Bailey!”

Walker grabbed her head but instead of pulling her mouth away, he wrapped his fingers in the locks of her hair. He lost all control while watching her head bob up and down. Every muscle in his body trembled and his insides shivered with the impact of her mouth on him. She was pushing him deliciously over the edge. He felt ready to explode.

It was then that he tugged on her hair, using enough force to pull her mouth from him. She looked up at him and smiled, licking her lips. “I need to get inside you now,” he said in a guttural growl. He had reached his limit.

In a surprise move, he pulled her up and lifted her to sit on the kitchen table, spreading her legs wide in the process.

Thanks to her, his control was shot to hell. He trailed his fingers through the curls surrounding her feminine folds. She wasn’t the only one who wanted a taste. He lowered his head to her wetness.

“Walker!”

He ignored her screaming his name as his tongue devoured her as she’d done to him. And when she wrapped her legs around his neck and bucked her hips against his mouth he knew he was giving her a taste of her own medicine.

When he’d pushed her far enough, he spread her legs farther, positioned his body between them and thrust until he was fully embedded within her. Then he held tight to her hips as he went deeper with every plunge.

Something inside him snapped, and his body moved with the speed of a jackhammer. When she wrapped her legs around his waist he threw his head back and filled his nostrils with her scent.

They came together, him holding tight to her hips. Why this felt so right, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that it did. He needed this. He needed her. And from the sounds of her moans, she needed him.