They were moving fast. The red flags in his brain warned him that this could backfire quickly. At the same time, he didn’t care because, for the first time in years, he could breathe again. Walking away from it was no longer an option, which meant he had to shift gears to adjust for the speed at which they were moving.
She reached for the button on her jeans, but before she could free it, Stone smacked her hand away.
Her eyes glazed over, her lips parting on a soft moan. And that smile. Fuck, he’d missed that knowing smile.
“You still like it rough?”
“God, yes.” She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. “You still like toberough?”
“Yeah.”
She smiled. “Good. Because it’s been a long,longtime.”
He wanted to ask how long, but he honestly didn’t want to know the answer. Stone preferred to go on pretending that Stevie hadn’t been with anyone for the past fifteen years. It wasn’t true, but the thought of her with anyone else made him crazy.
“Take off the shirt first,” he commanded, reaching for her foot so he could pull off the thick socks covering her feet.
Stevie stripped the cotton off slowly, clearly realizing that the pre-show was as powerful as the act. Stone looked his fill, admiring the soft body beneath. She wasn’t as soft as she’d been at eighteen. Her muscles were more defined, proof that her job required physical labor. It was sexy as hell to watch her body flex and shift as she moved.
“Now, the jeans.”
Her eyes remained locked with his as she unbuttoned them. She chewed on her lower lip as she slid the zipper down. His gaze followed her hands as she pushed the denim down her hips, then her legs. He didn’t help, wanting her to do the work, giving her time to ensure this was what she wanted.
When she was left wearing only a pair of silky red panties, he thought he might need to sit down. She was the most beautiful thing he’d seen. And he wasn’t merely talking about other women. Compared to the most glorious sunset or the highest peaks of the snow-tipped mountains, this woman’s beauty made it all look like a cheap painting. She was God’s greatest creation, of that he was certain.
Looking at her made him feel like he was twenty-one again and noticing her for the first time. He felt that same rush of adrenaline as he had back then. His skin tingled, and there was a fuzzy sound in his ears. The entire world faded away, leaving nothing but the two of them.
He was so distracted he didn’t notice her move until she was on her knees, reaching for him.
She flattened her palms on his chest, and he grabbed her wrists. “Did I say you could touch?”
Another gasp, and her eyes dilated. She definitely wasn’t afraid. She was turned on. It fueled the raging beast that wanted to dominate her.
He peeled her hands from his skin and shoved her back.
Her giggle was exquisite as she fell back and bounced on the mattress. He followed her down, coming over her, pinning her beneath his weight.
Stone hissed when her cool fingers glided up his back, her fingertips teasing a path along his skin.
“God, I missed you, Stevie,” he whispered. “Missed you so goddamn much.”
He crushed his mouth to hers, angling his head so he could deepen the kiss. She kissed him back with a passion that mirrored his own. It took tremendous effort to maintain control, to not give in to the driving hunger that urged him to slide into her heat and claim her the way he had so many times back then.
Stone broke the kiss, trailing his lips along the smooth line of her jaw. He wrangled her arms down, pinning them to the bed as he licked a path down her chest. He licked her nipple lightly, then sucked her into his mouth. He wasn’t gentle, causing her to cry out as she arched her back.
“God, yes!” The rest of her words were a strangled mixture of vowels and consonants as he continued to worship her tits.
He couldn’t stop, fueled by a primal need to feast for fear of spending the rest of his life hunting and never finding something as succulent as her.
Stone was aware of Nico coming into the room. His hunger intensified, multiplying tenfold. He’d only had the man once, but that had been all he’d needed to create a devastating addiction. The high he’d experienced that night was one he’d never been able to duplicate, and God knows he’d tried. Maybe not as hard as he could have since he’d never attempted to replicate the situation. Never with two people. Deep down, he’d known it would be futile. What the three of them had shared that night was impossible to replicate. Not with other people, anyway.
Forcing himself to slow down, Stone lifted his head and looked at Stevie’s pleasure-ravaged face. Her eyes were bright, her lips pink and glossy, her smooth skin reddened by the stubble on his face. She was panting and humming.
And so goddamn beautiful, she stole his breath.
Stone shifted over, stretching out beside her, his legs hanging off the side of the bed.
He looked up at Nico. “Join us.”
