“I’mwhat?”
Well, you know what they say about making assumptions.
“In very basic terms, it means you require a deep emotional connection with someone in order to be sexually attracted to them.”
His cock twitches against my palm as if agreeing with my assessment.
“Oh,fuck,” I groan. “I’m trying to fight this, Stone. Ignore it.Willit to go away because this can’t happen.Wecan’t happen.” With every word I utter, my defenses get weaker.
“I know,” he agrees. “Doesn’t mean I can help how I feel. You think Iwantto feel like this?”
“How exactly do you feel, Stone?” I ask, wondering if he’ll say it out loud.
Instead of answering with his words, Stone grips the back of my neck like he’s done this a thousand times and hauls my mouth to his.
Fireworks detonate behind my eyelids, and any thoughts I may have had about pushing him off me die quickly when he whimpers.
Stone Addario fuckingwhimpersas my tongue claims his.
His hands are everywhere: on my shoulders, my neck, my back, trying to get under my shirt.
When his blunt nails rake down my stomach, I finally pull away and really look at him.
He’s so fucking sexy when he’s desperate for me. This man, who drops dynamite out of helicopters, who triggers one of the world’s deadliest natural disasters on a regular basis, who can splint a fucked-up knee, stabilize most injuries, and looks hot as all fuck both half-naked in the CrossFit gym and under thirty layers of patrol gear.
And he wantsme.
His brother.
“Hey, slow down,” I say gently, pulling his hands out from under my shirt, but keeping a hold on them. “What’s the plan here? I can’t go back to the way things were when I first got here, just because you’re going to be sober tomorrow and regret everything that happened tonight, and we absolutely can’t take this any further.”
“I don’t know. Just…can you just kiss me again?” he pants, tugging out of my grip and reaching for my me once more.
“Stone…”
“Hanlon,please.For what it’s worth, I’m not even that drunk. That probably makes this worse, but I haven’t ever wanted something like this. Hell, I’ve never felt like this…and it feels so fucking good.”
With my hand still over his cock, I grind the heel of my palm against him, and when his mouth opens to release his moan of pleasure, I swallow it, gently nipping at his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth.
Because goddammit, I want it.
His hips thrust forward, his cock seeking friction. One of his hands is still holding me to him by the back of my neck, while the other remains clutching my waist as he ruts against my palm.
“Do you want me to get you off?” I manage to ask, completely ignoring my earlier statement about not taking this any further.Fuck it. I’m addicted.
“God, yes,” Stone breathes.
Gripping his shaft through his pants, I still my hand. “Are you going to be an absolute cunt tomorrow when you’re pissed that we did this?”
“No,” he whines, trying to thrust into my fist.
“Are you going to ignore me and make my remaining time here unbearable because you’re thinking with your cock right now?”
“No, Hanlon, fuckingplease. It’s starting to hurt. I need to come so fucking bad.”
Smiling because,God, he’s hot when he begs,I throw his own words back at him. “You say fuck a lot.”
Losing his patience, he takes matters into his own hands and shoves me against the wall, pumping his hips into me. He findsmyerection and groans.
