And the memory of our panting came back to me.
Five Hours Earlier
We werenothing more than passion and despair thrown against the wall.
Stone’s heavy breathing was in my ears as he came down on an elbow, dipping a hand under my shirt, dragging it across my ribcage, tracing my silhouette. Then he slipped his hand inside my sweatpants and fisted my ass, grinding his erection into me as his warm, breathy moan hit my neck. My blood pumped hot, a vicious tingling sensation raining down on me. And I … was … done … for …
I shoved my palms into his chest, and his hands came over mine as I guided him backward until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, a beautiful smile ripping across his face. “Oh, are you going to fuck me, Adora? Is that what this is?”
He reached for my waist to pull me between his knees, but I stepped back, letting his hands fall away.
I bit my lip to trap my smile. “Is that what you want?”
Stone wet his lips, a flare in his wicked gaze. “You, those eyes, that smile, and I’m fucking undone.” He leaned in, unable to scrape away his grin, brows up, gesturing with two fingers “Now, come here.”
I didn’t. I stripped out of my shirt, dropping it to the floor—nothing underneath. Next, my sweatpants were sliding down my thighs into a pile at my feet. Stone’s gaze dragged down my body, his expression melting.
“Adora,” tore out of him, breathy, in need.
As I drew nearer, I caught his hands before they touched my waist.
I pushed them away.
“Not yet,” I whispered, appreciating the outline of his stretched cock against his sweatpants. By this time, my thighs were sore from clenching so tightly together, my chest was aching from my heart racing, my pussy soaked and warm and ready. But I wanted to savor every look … taste … feel … word from his lips. I wanted to make him feel the same way he made me feel.
I took another step closer, dragging a hand up the length of his thigh, the other raking the back of his scalp. Chills moved across his skin, goosebumps rising, his eyes dark. He shifted at the edge of the mattress, fisting bedsheets to hold himself back. “Adora,” he warned.
Smiling, I pressed kisses against the pulse at his neck. Then my lips trailed up his throat, and Stone moaned, leaning back onto his hands, his head falling into my palm.
“You make me so goddamn horny,” he dragged out, his breath quickening. “God, please, let me fuck you.”
A shiver attacked my bloodstream as I kissed along his jawline.
As though he couldn’t stand it, he sat up straight, turning his head slowly, facing me, and I could feel his warm breath sweep across my cheek. Our eyes slammed together, and his were hooded, drenched. They fell to my mouth then back up into my eyes with his chest heaving.
“You’re dangerous when you’re quiet like this,” he whispered.
I scraped my nails down his scalp again, and my smile grazed his mouth.
For a moment, we hovered there with our lips barely touching, breathing deeply into each other’s mouths. We stayed like this until one of us couldn’t take it anymore. And then Stone broke first, diving forward, but I inched back before he caught me.
He smiled and licked his lips, his forehead connecting to mine.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked, heavy eyes staring into mine through black lashes. He nudged his mouth against my lips. “Take me. I’m yours.”
His words intensified this hot buzz inside me, and my heart sailed. I gripped his hair, tipping his head back and taking his mouth. Stone’s fingers dug into the flesh at my hip, and his tongue slipped between my lips. Then I sank, feeling his hands slide over my body.
With his other hand, he reached up and gently slid his middle finger over my pussy lips. My head fell back, and his mouth trailed down my throat. “And this is mine,” he said as his fingertip slipped between my slit, capturing my wetness. He parted me with two fingers and found my clit, stroking it and drawing small circles. My mouth returned to his, and I was gone.
We were a bundle of flayed open nerves and lit matches.
Every inch of my body was sensitive to his every touch, lighting everywhere his fingers landed. I clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel my skin against his, and Stone pulled away from our kiss, reached behind him, and ripped it off his back. My breasts collided with his chest, and I stole his jaw, kissing his warm mouth, a delicious moan humming between us.
His hands were everywhere, grabbing my thighs, hauling me onto his lap. I straddled him and reached between us, dipping my hand into his sweats and taking out his cock. Stone’s kiss drowned as I began to grind my soaked pussy against the length of it.
I grabbed his hair and pulled him back to see his lips swollen, his eyes intoxicated. “Are you watching?” I asked him teasingly, my palm resting on his knee as I leaned back and rolled my hips.
Stone caught my back for support, watching my pussy slide up and down his shaft, stroking it. He cursed through a heavy breath, his other hand dragging across my heaving stomach, my ribcage, taking my breast into his palm, starving for it.
