“Time to get out.” Stone rose to his feet, Sophie cradled in his arms as though she were an extension of his body and not an extra burden to lift.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and held on as he stepped over the side of the tub. “Are we going to bed now?” she asked hopefully.
He looked down at her for a moment then shook his head. “We said no sex.”
“Yousaid that, and I’m pretty sure your cock has other ideas.”
“Ignore it. I am.”
Sophie laughed. Hard to ignore the thick shaft trapped between their bodies.
He’d been hard from the minute they’d taken their clothes off, and while he’d done an admirable job of ignoring it—as had she—it was one more thing she was tired of. Putting her desire for Stone aside hadn’t been working anyway, no point continuing the futile effort.
Now that she’d come to a decision about her stalker she wanted to fix other things in her life. Namely the pulse of desire that always thrummed in her veins when Stone was around.
“I’m on the pill.”
Stone’s stride stuttered, his hands clenching on her ass where he held her tight against him. “What?” he croaked.
“You heard me.”
His eyes closed on a long breath. “Soph.”
“I want you. Nothing between us. Just tonight. I don’t need more than that.”
“You should.” His eyes opened, his fiery gaze locked on hers. “You deserve more.”
“Yes. I should, I do, but I’ll take tonight. Tomorrow isn’t here yet. I’ll worry about it when it is.” She didn’t want to beg him to sleep with her. There were other ways she could persuade him. Except she hoped he wanted her as badly as she wanted him and wouldn’t need convincing.
Eyelids dropping to half-mast, Stone stared at her with molten eyes. “I can’t seem to say no to you.”
“Then don’t.”
He remained quiet for so long she couldn’t curb the urge to fill the silence.
“Don’t be my bodyguard. Don’t be the guy hired to protect me. Be Stone Mason, the man. What does he want? What would he do right now?”
“He’d have you in bed already.”
“Then take me there. Just you and me. Stone and Sophie. Forget everything else.”
“God. You take me to my knees.”
“I’d rather be on mine.” Images of being at his feet flashed through her mind. Memories flooded her with heat and want and the need to taste him again.
“Fuck, woman.”
“Yes. Fuck your woman.”
His eyes flashed, his nostrils flared and with a growl, he took her mouth with his.
He sucked the breath right out of her. Shot her from simmering arousal to boiling need with a few strokes of his tongue.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he panted, “Bed. Now.”
Sophie laughed. “You’re the one with your feet on the floor.”
