One Night

Chapter 12, One Night

She wasn't sure she could move. As the warm water ran over her back and down the drain, she pressed her cheek to the tile and closed her eyes. She heard him climb in behind her, and his hand slid up over her stomach and moved in circles. How could just a single touch from Walker have her ready again? She wanted him just like the last time, when he'd rolled over on his back and slid her on top so she could ride him. Walker had controlled every moment of her time on top. He had energy and then some. It couldn't be possible for her to want him again like this, and she feared tomorrow she'd be mighty sore.

"Good God, you're amazing," he said as he pressed against her, kissing her shoulder and running his hand over her supersensitive breasts. She didn't think there was a part of her this man hadn't touched. "You're insatiable." He kissed her again.

"Me? You. I'm so tired," she murmured. Tired and sated. She didn't think there was a tense bone left in her body after Walker made love to her six times. No, he hadn't made love. He'd screwed her, hard. They'd been like animals, but he was ever so good and demanding. She hadn't known she had it in her to respond that way to a man, this man who was like no one she'd ever met. No man had ever made love—correction, fucked her like this.

"No one has inspired me like you," he said.

She turned around in the water and slipped her arms over his shoulders to gaze up at him. "Really?" What was it about this man that made her think this was something she'd like to explore?

He leaned in and kissed her again. Her lips felt bruised and used, and she still wanted more. He lifted her against the tile, her back pressed to the hard surface. How could he be ready again? He slipped inside her. He was wet and oh, so sexy. Her breasts brushed the hair on his chest. She hung on to him as he pushed her legs wide and moved inside her. He wasn't fast or hurried this time. He made a point of her knowing who she was with. He watched her expression, her response to him as he moved inside her and then stayed there. She touched his face, running her thumb over his lip, and he nipped the side of it with his teeth. She'd never felt so close to a man before. How was it possible? She wondered if this was what happened to women after a one-night stand. But then, after a night of sex like this with Walker, she didn't want it to end.

He was inside her so deeply, her legs wrapped around him as he suddenly stopped and rested his head against hers. "I forgot a condom. This is what you do to me."

She wanted to cry, because she didn't want him to pull out, so she tightened her legs around him when he tried to pull away.

"Come on, Kate. I can't hold on much longer." He touched her lips with his.

"It's okay, I'm on the pill," she whispered, even though she didn't know him and it wasn't smart. But right now, she didn't care.

He slid his hand over her bottom and held her there. "This isn't wise, you know. I can't—there're diseases, and you don't know me. I don't know you."

Maybe he was right, but he still didn't pull out. He stayed inside her. She didn't mean to kiss him again. She just touched his lips, tasting him, and he slid his hands up her back before lifting her off.

"Oh my God, stay there," he said. "I'll be right back."

He left her cold in a warm shower, wanting to weep, but he was back a moment later, covering himself, water spilling out of the shower onto the floor, and he lifted her, pressing her back to the tile, and drove into her hard and fast. It was only seconds later that she was screaming his name.

"Walker, you up there?" There was a shout from downstairs, a woman's voice.

He groaned, still inside her. "Oh shit," he muttered and pulled out. There was no just being together, no being satisfied and wrung out, no clinging to each other as they tried to return to reality.

"Who is that?" she asked. She was still holding on to him, and his arms stayed around her, sliding her down his body until she was standing on shaky legs. Her brain started to comprehend the sound: a woman calling for Walker in his house while Kate was upstairs screwing his brains out.

"Kruso" was all he said as he turned off the shower, stepped out, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist. Kate stepped out and reached for a towel hanging on the hook, feeling very much the other woman. And here he was, acting so cavalier.

Kate was freaking out over the woman's voice. She was coming up the stairs. "Is it your wife?" she said. Of course it had to be. It would be just her luck.

He turned his head slowly and stopped drying himself off with an expression that had her shutting her mouth. "Seriously?" he said. "After that, you still think I have a wife?" He pulled open the door and didn't give her a chance to say a word.

"Hey, you didn't answer your phone," the mystery woman said. "Listen, we have a problem."

Kate pulled the towel up, her hair dripping, as she stared at the short, plump redhead outside the bathroom.

"What is it?" Walker said, stepping to the side to block the door so Red couldn't see her. Maybe he wasn't such a jerk after all.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt," Red said, "but I thought you should know we got a 911 call come in from Ryder Connelly. Someone trashed his place. Units are on the way over there."

Walker glanced back at Kate. Even with water dripping from him, the man looked like a god. She stepped closer, resting her hand on his shoulder as he glanced back at her. She stood right behind him. He didn't say anything, but there was something in the exchange, and she didn't miss the interest from the short redhead watching them. It was a look filled with amusement.

"Kruso, this is Kate," Walker said, gesturing between them before setting both hands on his hips. Kate actually stuck her hand out through the V in Walker's arm, reaching around.

Kruso shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Kate. Saw you at the station earlier."

When the towel slipped, Kate pulled her hand back to cover herself again. "Nice to meet you too," she said, moving closer behind Walker and looking over his shoulder. "Awkward," she said.

"Yeah, listen, why don't I wait downstairs?" Kruso said. She glanced down at Walker's towel hanging low on his hips and raised her eyebrows. "...And give you a chance to get dressed?" She looked around Walker again. "Sorry to interrupt."

Kate was dripping, her ass hanging out of the towel. "Is she your partner?" she said.

"Walker doesn't have a partner, Kate," Kruso called up the stairs, obviously having overheard. "He's the lone wolf, doesn't work well with others."

"Hey, that's not true. I can work with anyone," he shouted after her.

"Only if they're doing it your way," she shouted back.

"You're a pain in the ass, Kruso. It's amazing your husband and kids put up with you."

Kate could hear the detective laughing just as Walker reached for her hand and dragged her across the hall back into the bedroom and shut the door.

She was still dripping. The bedside light showed the crumpled mess of the bed. She ran the towel over herself and then dried the ends of her hair. Walker was pulling on jeans and a clean T-shirt. She didn't miss the fact that he'd omitted any underwear.

"Here." He handed her a dark blue T-shirt. "Put this on and meet me downstairs."

Kate took the shirt and pulled it on. "You seen my shorts?" She was bending over, lifting Walker's dress pants from the floor, when she spied her gray running shorts and felt the light smack on her bare bottom.

She jumped up. "Hey!" Her hand touched the spot his had landed on.

"You have a great ass," he said, and he pulled open the door and walked out.

Kate stood there, listening as the man who'd had her in every way imaginable jogged down the stairs, whistling.