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“I could do that,” I rasped.

Walker nodded profusely, then stopped abruptly. “Wait. Are we saying the same thing? For the record, I’m making a lewd and inappropriate proposition to…uh…”

“Get horizontally acquainted?” I supplied.

“Yes.” He cleared his throat, lifting his chin proudly. “And what are you doing?”

“You?”

Walker’s lips twitched before he ducked into his Mini. “Excellent. See you soon.”

Fact: A month ago, I had despised Walker on principle and now…I wanted him. Badly.

It had nothing to do with his famous hockey dad or jumping on his social media bandwagon. It was him. All him.

I stealthily adjusted my cock and strode to my Jeep, my head buzzing a million miles an hour. I honestly didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but I didn’t need to do any deep self-analysis to know I was wading into some murky moral territory and a losing battle with my conscience.

CHAPTER 13

WALKER

Ten minutes later,Ty stood on my porch. Neither of us spoke, but we didn’t have to. The air was thick with possibility…and desire.

“Are you going to invite me in?” His voice sounded like gravel, low and rough.

“I don’t know. You look like a wolf.”

Ty barked a laugh as I ushered him into the house and locked the door.

He reached for my belt loop, tugging me close. “Can I kiss you?”

I hummed in approval, parting my lips as he pushed his tongue inside, backing me against the foyer wall. He slipped his fingers in my hair and angled his chin to deepen the connection.

Gah, this was perfect. The hungry slide of his tongue, the brush of his beard, and his rough hands…everywhere—plucking my shirt from my khakis, moving underneath, scratching my sides. I was already burning up. I broke the kiss to yank Ty’s T-shirt over his head and quickly recaptured his mouth, switching our positions. He tasted like vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and cherries, and I couldn’t get enough.

I sucked his tongue as he dealt with the endless row of buttons on my gingham oxford shirt. I swallowed a sigh and bit his lip as he dragged his fingernails on the sensitive nubs.

“That’s…yes.” I reached for Ty’s belt buckle. “I want…can I…please?”

He grunted an affirmative, watching me like a hawk as I gave my full attention to undoing his jeans. I shoved the denim fabric out of the way and pressed my palm on the rigid outline of his cock before curling my fingers and stroking him through his boxer briefs.

“Mmm. Yeah…fuck, yeah,” he purred in my ear.

Oh, boy. If he kept this up, I was going to spontaneously combust. He didn’t even have to touch me, but…his hands were on me again, making quick work of my khakis. Ty grabbed my ass, licking my jawline and rocking his hips till we humped and rutted like horny teens. It was exhilarating, but it still wasn’t enough.

I pushed my fingers under the elastic band of his boxer briefs and clutched his ass cheeks. He licked my ear in response, glancing down as I toed off my shoes and kicked my discarded clothes aside. Somehow, I was almost naked in the entryway while he still had his jeans on.

All our contrasts were on vivid display—our hair, our skin, our clothes—and it was hot as hell.

I loved that he was taller and bigger, but that he didn’t use his size to intimidate me. He gave me control. To be honest, I wasn’t sure I wanted to call the shots. The fantasy of Ty overpowering that unseen man in the alley screamed to the forefront of my mind, but this time, it could be me.

“More. I want…more,” I whimpered.

He traced my crack, our cocks pressed tightly as we bucked and swayed, precum slicking our lower abs. Then he slipped a finger in my mouth. “Suck it. Make it really wet for me.”

I obeyed, moaning when he parted my cheeks and rubbed the slick digit at my entrance, pushing it inside. “Mmm, yes. More.”

Ty massaged my prostate as he sucked my tongue, surrounding me, consuming me till oxygen deprivation became an issue.