“You were incredible,” I tell him, hoping he can hear the weight and sincerity behind my words and see the truth of it in my eyes. Hoping that he can see what I can’t find the words to say.
Walker smiles at me, so brightly, and I want to capture the sight of it and hold it in my memory forever. His eyes bounce back and forth between mine, tongue darting out to lick his lips, chest heaving against my own.
Without hesitating, without letting him overthink it and get stuck in his head about it, I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him.
He pauses ever so slightly, surprised by my move, before melting into me, pulling my body impossibly closer to his so I can feel every muscle, every curve and groove of his body against my own. His mouth opens to mine, inviting me in deeper, faster, harder.
I groan as he brings his hands to the sides of my face, palms hot and calloused from playing, as he tilts my head the way he wants, taking charge of the kiss. I allow him, following his lead, relishing in him finally taking what he wants and what I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since yesterday.
“Fuck, Scar.” He pulls back slightly, panting against my mouth.
I reach up, grabbing a fistful of his curls and pull his mouth back to mine, not done with him yet. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he reaches down and grabs the back of my legs, hoisting me up around his waist.
I yelp in surprise, wrapping my legs tightly around him, shifting to get comfortable, and that earns a low groan from him. “Scarlett…”
My core presses tightly to his stomach, and I stifle the whimper that begs to escape at the sensation of rubbing against him.
“Excuse us,” Walker calls out, carrying me through the hallway backstage. A few roadies watch us, some amused, some envious. Heat rises to my cheeks, but I hold my head high, proud to be in his arms.
Walker carries me to the Whisper Me Nothings’ greenroom, peeking inside and seeing the guys standing around, pouring drinks and thumbing through their phones. Before any of them can spot us, Walker takes us over to my greenroom and kicks the door open, clearly on the last tether of his patience.
A figure on the couch jumps in surprise, dropping a small bag of mixed nuts across the floor.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” Walker asks, frustration evident in his tone.
“What the hell are you doing kicking doors open?” Jane asks, affronted by the intrusion.
“This is Scar’s room.”
“Well, she wasn’t using it at the moment.” She nods toward us, me still wrapped around her brother like a koala.
“We’d like to use it now.”
My face flames, but the pounding at my core causes any embarrassment to slip away. I shift, rubbing myself against Walker as discreetly as possible, trying to soothe the ache. He notices and squeezes my ass tighter, jaw clenching, trying to keep himself under control.
“Ugh, gross. These couches are disgusting,” Jane says, lip curling at the extremely worn down leather.
“Who says we need the couch?” Walker says, and I stay quiet, letting the siblings figure this one out.
“Oh my god, I don’t want to hear that.” Jane shoots to her feet, grabbing her small clutch and brushing any spilled crumbs from her dress. “I’ll go hang out with the guys.”
She struts past us and Walker pulls us into the room, turning around to throw the door closed just as a strong hand presses against the side and prevents it from shutting.
“Ready to go?” Nikolai asks, boldly popping his head around the door when it looks like Walker would love nothing more than to close it right on his face.
Walker doesn’t answer, instead shooting daggers Nikolai’s way, to which he seems to be utterly amused.
“C’mon, everyone’s out here waiting.” He laughs, pushing the door open all the way, showing Hayden chatting with Jane in the hallway and Reid standing there, attention drawn in on his phone.
Walker tilts his head back, taking a fortifying breath, before pulling his attention back to me. His eyes search my face, the want and desire burning down deep inside of me.
“I’m not finished with you,” he whispers in my ear, sending chills all over my body, nipples peaking under my shirt, and when he sets me down and pulls back, I know he spots them. He cracks his neck from side to side, jaw clenched, and I look at his pants, at the evidence of how badly he wants me too.
I roll my lips between my teeth and peer back at him. A knowing look is shared between us before he grabs my hand and pulls us into the hallway with everyone else.
“Let’s go then if everyone is so eager.” He flips his hand at everyone, gesturing to get moving.
“It looks like someone else is the eager one if you ask me.” Nikolai laughs and immediately sprints away as Walker raises a hand to try to jab him.