His hands move to my waist, pulling me closer still and I allow my own hands to wrap around his hair, pulling gently. I kiss him with as much feeling as I can possibly muster when my entire body feels exhausted, licking his lower lip with the tip of my tongue, begging entry. He chuckles lightly before giving me what I want. He takes control in that moment, deepening the kiss, his tongue in my mouth.
The taste of him in my mouth is all I need to know that this moment is definitely real. We're really here. I'm safe and back where I belong. We're facing each other, each laying on our side. My fingers trace his spine as he pulls me closer still.
Walker's kisses are addictive and when he pulls away I feel bereft, as if I've suddenly lost too much. I reach for him, lifting my face to kiss him again but he refuses.