The Perfect Catch

by Meghan Quinn

  Christ. Every part of my body tingles, my veins pumping with need, my heart hammering rapidly.

  “Your cock is perfect, Walker.” She presses a kiss to my back. “Thick, long.” Another kiss. My muscles twitch under her touch. “I can practically feel it between my legs.” Her tongue glides up my spine and then pauses. “Too bad I’ll never know what it really feels like.” She releases me, and I give a loud moan of protest.

  With a sway to her hips, she walks out of the kitchen with her coffee, grabs her bag, and heads toward my front door while I stay hammered in place, my eyes tracking her every movement.

  When she reaches for the door, she looks over her shoulder, her eyes determined. “Next time you try to get intimate, you better go all the way. No more fucking around, Walker.”

  My voice hoarse, my legs wobbly, I call out, “It’s not going to happen, Kate.”

  “Then this ends here. No more.”

  “No more,” I echo, even though my body is begging me to reconsider.

  Chapter Fifty

  KATE

  “No more.” His strained voice echoes in my head as I make a fumbling attempt to open the door. In my struggles, my coffee slips out of my hand.

  It crashes to the floor, spilling its contents across the stark concrete flooring.

  “Shit,” I mutter, bending at the knees and pulling tissues out of my purse to soak up the creamy liquid, but my tissues are no match. I’m about to sulk back to the kitchen when Walker’s large frame squats down next to me with a roll of paper towels.

  I don’t look up. I don’t bother to even see if he’s mad. Instead, I take a few squares from the roll and continue to clean up. In silence, we finish soaking up every last drop, and then I take my wad of wet towels to the kitchen and throw them away, along with my empty cup. I wash my hands in the sink, dry them off, and turn to leave, but I stop short before walking into Walker, who’s blocking my path with his commanding body.

  Unable to look him in the eyes, I say, “If I got anything on your rug, I can replace it.”

  “You’re not replacing my rug,” he says, his voice stern.

  “Your call.” I go to move past him, but he stops me with his hand to my stomach.

  “I don’t tease you, Kate.”

  I finally look at him, meet his gaze, and what I’m met with takes my breath away. Tortured eyes look back at me. Pained past their limit, I can practically feel the anguish racing through them.

  “I don’t make it my mission to touch you. It just happens. I don’t attempt to turn you on only to walk away. I can barely control myself when I’m around you.” His hand moves up my body to my chin, which he cups. “I’ve never met anyone like you before, someone who looks through my exterior and attempts to understand my heart.” He shakes his head. “I’m not sure you can comprehend the magnitude of that.”

  He’s wrong, though. I can comprehend it, because I feel the same. But I’m speechless. The depth of sorrow in his eyes. I do understand you, Walker.

  His hand sweeps up to my cheek. “You get me, you understand the core of me unlike anyone else. And that—that’s hard to ignore.” His thumb drags over my cheek. “That’s hard to let go of.”

  It’s why I’m here. I don’t want to walk away from this man.

  I don’t want to lose someone who feels like part of my soul.

  He closes the space between us, and my heart catches in my chest as he tilts my head up, his hand falling to my jaw, holding me in place as he lowers his mouth to mine. An inch away, he says, “I tried to keep away, Kate. I fucking tried.”

  I wet my lips as I reach out and hold his hip to steady my wobbly legs.

  “I wanted you to walk out that door just now. I wanted to be strong and tell you that I didn’t need this.” He shakes his head. “But it’s all a goddamn lie.” And then his mouth crashes down on mine, pulling all the air from my lungs.

  His other hand floats up my back, up my neck, and into my hair. His strong, calloused fingers dig into my scalp, while his mouth is relentless. His lips float over mine, open and close, drugging me with lust, with yearning . . . with the want of so much more.

  After a few seconds, I allow myself to touch him, to feel him, to run my hands up his unbelievably defined abs and brawny pecs. He groans into my mouth as my thumb connects with his nipple, so I do it again. The sensation causes him to push me up against the wall, angle my mouth a little more, and demand more from me with the swipe of his tongue to my lips. I part my mouth and a wave of butterflies erupts from the depths of my stomach as our tongues clash and our hands wander.

  “I need you,” he whispers when his mouth leaves mine and moves up my jaw.

  I grip the back of his head, my head lolling to the side. “I need you more,” I say.

  He mutters something unintelligible as his hands fall to my waistband, and in one smooth motion, he drags my leggings and my thong to the floor. I kick off my flats, and he strips off my pants and thong, tossing them to the side. As if I weigh nothing, he picks me up and carries me to his dining room table, where he lays me across the cool surface and props up my legs. Taking a seat in front of me, treating me like I’m his next feast, he parts my pussy with both hands and then buries his head between my legs, his tongue stroking across my clit.

  “Oh fuck,” I cry as my senses are taken over by the sudden attack of lust that has come over the both of us. All intelligent reasoning flies out the door and our need takes over. There’s no worry, there’s no push and pull; instead, we’re giving. We’re giving each other everything we’ve wanted to give since that first night.

  No more five seconds.

  No more stopping.

  No more denying ourselves.

  There’s nothing between us, nothing blocking us from taking exactly what we want.

  It might be stupid, but in the moment, I don’t care. I just want this connection. It feels right. It feels deserved. It feels like I was always meant to be here.

  All I care about is the rough scruff of his jawline scraping against my inner thigh, contradicting the soft, wet, flicks of his tongue as he holds me in place.

  “Yes, Walker, right there,” I say, sifting my hand through his hair as my orgasm builds and builds at the base of my spine. Pulling, tugging, contracting every muscle in my body, every feeling, every sensation seems to be diverting to one spot, the spot where Walker is spending all his time.

  Flick after flick, my body tightens and I brace myself as I feel myself start to float to the edge, my orgasm so close that I can touch it.

  “I’m going to come,” I say, ready to tip over the edge, but he pulls away. “Walker,” I shout, surprising even myself. I open my eyes to find his hair a mess from my hand, his lips wet, and a dazed look on his face. “What are you doing?”

  “Counting to ten.”

  “Why?” I breathe so heavily I feel as if my lungs might burst out of my chest.

  “I want you to be desperate for my tongue, so when this is over, you never want any other tongue tasting your sweet cunt.”

  My head falls back, and I will myself not to fall over the edge from his words. I take a few deep breaths and when I think I have things under control, he parts me again, flattens his tongue, and drives it against my clit.

  One stroke.

  My stomach tugs.

  Two strokes.

  My vision goes dark.

  Three strokes, and my mouth opens as if to scream, but nothing comes out as my pussy contracts and convulses against Walker’s tongue. “Oh fuck, Walker,” I finally shout out as wave after wave of pleasure hits me so hard that my legs tighten around his head, and I hold on for dear life as I come harder than I ever have before.

  Chapter Fifty-One

  WALKER

  Watching Kate orgasm on my tongue is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced, second to the sounds that fell past her lips.

  Fuck, and the way she tastes, so sweet. I could spend hours between her legs, exploring with just my mouth, but I
feel as though I’m on borrowed time, which means I need so much more.

  I pull her up by her hand—her eyes are dazed, and there’s a sated smile on her face—and I lift her sweater over her head and unhook her lace bra. When I toss both garments to the side, I help her to her feet and sit back down in my chair, where I spend some time looking over her curvaceous body. Her tits are large, a little more than a handful for the average man, but I’m not average, and I know they’ll fill my palms perfectly. Her hips curve out, giving her that sweetheart frame that I fucking go crazy over whenever she’s around. She’s so goddamn sexy and I don’t even think she knows it.

  “I love your curves,” I say, dragging my hands over her hips.

  “I used to hate them,” she admits.

  I take her hand in mine and pull her onto my lap. She sits directly over my aching erection and smiles as she starts to casually move her hips back and forth. My hands land on her ass, helping guide her.

  “Why? They’re so fucking sexy.”

  “I’ve never been the rail-thin girl, but I once thought I needed to be.”

  “Fuck . . . no,” I say as my cock slips past the waistband of my sweats and pokes up my stomach. Her hand finds my length and she grips the tip tightly. “Your body is easily the sexiest I’ve ever seen.”

  “Thank you,” she says softly before leaning forward to place a kiss on my chest. I lean back in my chair and reach out to cup one of her breasts. Heavy, round, fucking perfect, just as I expected. Her lips trail across my collarbone and down to one of my pecs, and then her mouth goes to my nipple and she flicks her tongue across the flat disc.

  “Hell, babe,” I mutter, rubbing my thumb over her nipple.

  Her hand grips my cock tighter as her hot mouth travels to my other pec and flicks across my nipple. I’ve never been one to pay attention to my nipples, but hell, having Kate give them some love is only making me harder. “I’ve wanted to taste them, suck them, since the first time I saw these, Walker,” she murmurs, as if speaking to herself. God, she’s sexy. Taking what she wants.

  She slips down my body, placing kisses down my chest, down my abs, and then . . . her mouth hovers above the exposed tip of my cock. I hold my breath, hoping and praying I get to feel what it’s like to be in her mouth.

  She tugs on my sweatpants and I help her take them off my body and toss them with her abandoned clothes. She kneels on the ground in front of me. I spread my legs wide, slouch in my chair, and reach out to her hair. I loosen the hair tie and let her hair drape over her shoulders and down her back.

  “Stunning,” I say, pushing her hair behind her ear so I can see her beautiful face as she takes me in.

  Her hands travel up my thighs to my straining cock and position it at her mouth. But she doesn’t suck me in. She holds me there, so I can feel her breath across the tip, enticing me, teasing me. And hell, I soak it all in because I’m living in this moment. This moment where Kate is kneeling between my legs, looking up at me as if I’m the only goddamn man she has ever wanted.

  She wets her lips, then opens her mouth and sucks me in, but just the tip.

  “Fuck,” I groan from how warm her mouth is, how strong her suck is, while her other hand pumps me.

  Her tongue swirls around the head, over and over again, creating a dizzying effect in my head as I try to comprehend the many sensations running through me.

  The pump of her hand.

  The squeeze of her fingers.

  The wet of her mouth.

  The sway of her breasts against my legs.

  Everything is turning me on.

  Everything is bringing me closer and closer to release, and within seconds, I feel my body start to enter the no-stopping zone.

  But this isn’t how I plan on coming, not with me in her mouth.

  I pull away and force her to look at me. “I want your pussy,” I say. “I want to come in it. I want to claim it. I want you to know that even though I can’t have it, that cunt of yours is mine.”

  Her eyes widen but she doesn’t have time to say much because I’m out of my chair and scooping her up in my arms to walk her back to my bedroom.

  The morning sun lights the way and when I reach the bedroom, I’m glad I didn’t pull back the curtains yet, because it’s dim, but also bright enough that I can see every piece of her. I lay her down on the center of my bed and then kneel on the mattress. I grip my cock and give it a few strokes while I stare down at her glistening pussy.

  “Sucking me off turned you on.”

  Her hands smooth over her breasts as she wiggles against the cool silk of my sheets. “Yes.”

  “You’re ready for me?”

  She nods.

  “And you want this.” I lower to the bed, spread her legs, and climb between. “You want my cock, bare.”

  She wets her lips. “I’m on birth—”

  “I don’t give a fuck, Kate. I need your pussy, nothing between us. I need to know that you want the same.” I haven’t been with anyone in nearly two years, so I know I’m clean. And I trust Kate. Implicitly. God, I hope she wants me the same way.

  She swallows hard. “So bad, Walker. I want it so bad.”

  That’s all I need to hear. I move deeper between her legs, position my cock at her entrance, and then slowly work my way inside of her. On the first push, she gasps. On the second, she relaxes, and on the third . . . she fucking smiles.

  “So good,” she sighs while moving her hands up to her hair and gathering it all together, pushing it to one side. I lean over her and lower my head to her breasts. I take one in my mouth for the first time and suck on her nipple, making it come to a point. I nibble on it, lick it, and then nibble again. In total contentment, she weaves her hand through my hair, and after a few seconds, she lifts my head to her mouth and brings my lips to hers.

  And she kisses me.

  She kisses me unlike anyone has ever kissed me before.

  Full of passion, of desire, of want.

  But want on a deeper level. She’s so fiercely independent. She’s taken the time to know me. And I can’t help but feel certain that she doesn’t want me for my paycheck or my status. Despite knowing the worst about me, I think she wants me for the man that I am, flaws and all. And she’s showing that in the way her hand links around my neck, how she holds me close. And I know what I feel—that I never want to be apart from her.

  So, I don’t.

  As I rock into her, I keep my mouth plastered to hers and kiss her.

  I fucking kiss this woman, releasing all my pent-up frustration, forgetting the consequences, determined to feel instead.

  My hips automatically fall into a lazy rhythm, pulsing in and out, and I’m starting to realize as her tongue plays with mine that we aren’t fucking. There’s no urgency. Rather, we’re making love. And fuck if I would ever point that out, but that’s what it feels like. We’re connecting on a deeper level, we’re letting ourselves feel more than just the carnal aspect of sex— we’re molding ourselves into one.

  “I love your lips,” I say, making small kisses up her jaw and back down.

  “I love yours,” she says, bringing my mouth back to hers. Her lips smooth across mine, exploring, owning, claiming.

  I open my mouth and tangle my tongue with hers, dance with them, spurring on the deep, stirring feeling in my groin. I move one of my hands to her breast and start to squeeze it, not hard, but just enough that she writhes beneath me.

  “Yes,” she says softly as she props her feet up on the mattress, bending her knees and offering a slightly different angle. “Just like that, Walker,” she encourages as my hips pick up the pace.

  “Keep talking to me, babe. Tell me what you need. What you want.”

  “You, just you, Walker.”

  Bracing one hand by her head, I pick up my pace even more as I bring my mouth back to hers. Primal desire springs between us as our lips clash, our tongues collide, and our moans meet together in harmony, our orgasms building.

  Kate grows tens
e beneath me, her kisses becoming shorter, more succinct as her breathing picks up. Her hands travel over my pecs and to my shoulders, and her fingers dig in just as her mouth releases mine. I lean in to her neck, kissing her, sucking at her skin along the length of her collarbone.

  She lets out a long moan as I push harder inside her.

  “Oh God, Walker. Yes, again.”

  I want to be in charge, but my hips have a mind of their own, following the commands of the sensual woman beneath me. I move my mouth back to her breast while gripping the other. At the same time, I pinch her nipple and thrust hard into her. Her back arches and her mouth opens, but no noise comes out.

  My mouth falls open, too, as I feel her pussy start to contract around my cock.

  Ah hell, that’s tight.

  I let go of her breasts, take her hands in mine, and pin them above her head, then lower my mouth to hers again and demand more kisses as I pound into her. My hips work at a frenzied pace, thrust after thrust, plunging into her.

  “Yes, yes . . . yes,” she says. “Oh fuck, Walker . . . I’m coming,” she yells as her pussy squeezes around my dick so goddamn tight that my vision turns black and I see nothing, only feel and hear this intoxicating woman.

  White-hot pleasure pulses through my veins as my balls tighten, my cock swells, and on one last pulse, I come violently inside her. I hold her hips close to mine, rocking out our orgasms until there’s nothing left, and I collapse on top of her, out of breath, legs shaking, and cock completely satisfied.

  “Fuck,” I mutter, trying to gain my bearings but failing miserably.

  Her hands slowly rub over my back, up and down, her fingers doing most of the work. I bury my face in her neck and press small kisses to her heated skin.

  “Walker.”

  “Hmm?” I ask, feeling my brain start to drift off from how damn comfortable I am.

  “That . . . hell, that just ruined me.”

  Mustering my strength, I lift up just enough to look her in the eyes. “Kate, you just destroyed me.” And I loved every fucking minute of it. I never want this to end.