"God, yes."
I lift her enough to shove the dress up and over her head. She's not wearing much underneath, just scraps of lace that make my brain short-circuit. I bury my face between her breasts, breathing her in, tasting salt and soap and something uniquely Lacy.
She threads fingers through my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me groan.
"Stone."
I lift my head. Her pupils are blown wide, lips parted.
"I'm sorry," I breathe. "For the fundraiser. For making everything harder."
"Show me." She rocks against me again, deliberate and maddening. "Show me you're sorry."
I flip us. She gasps as her back hits the mattress, and then I'm covering her body with mine, careful of my weight but unable to resist the press of skin on skin. She wraps her legs around my waist, heels digging into my lower back.
"The pants." Her hands fumble with my belt. "Off."
I help, kicking free of the ridiculous suit pants and boxers until there's nothing between us but heat and intention and three days of missing each other carved into hunger.
"Protection?" I manage.
"Drawer." She points.
I reach, hand shaking slightly as I grab a condom and tear it open. She watches me roll it on with dark, heavy-lidded eyes.
"Come here."
I settle between her thighs, forearms braced on either side of her head. The first press inside makes us both still, breathing hard.
"Okay?" My voice is wrecked.
"More than okay." She tilts her hips, taking me deeper. "Move."
I do. Slow at first, feeling every inch, every clench of her body around mine. But slow doesn't last. Can't last when she's making those sounds, nails raking down my back, breath coming in quick gasps against my neck.
"Harder."
I comply. Drive into her with enough force to shift the bed, headboard thumping against the wall. She cries out, back arching.
"Yes. Like that. Don't hold back."
So I don't. Give her everything, my weight, my strength, the full measure of wanting that's been eating me alive. She meets each thrust with her own urgent rhythm, bodies finding synchrony in the mess of it.
I drop my head to her shoulder, teeth grazing skin, tongue tasting sweat.
"Stone." She tightens around me. Close. "I'm?—"
"I know. Me too."
I reach between us, thumb finding the bundle of nerves that makes her whole body jerk. Circle it in time with my thrusts until she's shaking, gasping, nails breaking skin on my shoulders.
"Look at me."
She does. Eyes locked on mine as she comes apart, expression raw and unguarded and so beautiful it steals what's left of my control.
I follow her over, groaning her name into her mouth as she kisses me through it. The release is almost violent. Leaves me trembling and spent and clinging to her like she's the only solid thing in a world gone liquid.
We stay tangled together, breathing in sync, heartbeats gradually slowing.
