He pressed a kiss to Stevie’s forehead and let his fingers roam the warm skin of her back.
“We’ve never done this before.”
Her soft words floated into his sleepy brain.
“No, we haven’t.” Fifteen years ago, they’d had sex numerous times, but never had they woken up together. He had lived with his parents, and she’d lived with hers, so the opportunity hadn’t presented itself. The few times they’d gone to the barn, Stone hadn’t wanted her to wake up like that. It was one thing to fool around, but he’d loved her enough to want more for her. Like a bed and a real room. And hell, air conditioning.
No, this was a dream come true. Waking up with her soft and warm against him, the day underway.
Stevie’s hand wandered the way his did; only hers moved across his ribs, his stomach, inching lower.
Shifting his arm, Stone reached for Nico, but he wasn’t there.
“He’s makin’ breakfast,” Stevie said, her voice still whisper-soft.
“Does he need help?”
She pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “I offered. He said no.”
“So, should we go back to sleep until it’s ready?”
Stevie chuckled as she draped her leg over his. “Probably not.”
“Did you have somethin’ else in mind?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Her lips trailed toward his nipple.
Helping her along, Stone shifted her so she was lying on top of him, straddling his hips. He brushed her hair back from her face and looked at her in the dim light filtering in through the partly open curtain.
Her dark eyes glittered as she met his gaze. Stone swore he saw a wealth of emotion in those mocha-colored irises.
“Good mornin’,” he said with a smile.
“It’s definitely about to be.”
A second later, Stone grunted when Stevie rubbed her pussy along the length of his cock. He grabbed her thighs and guided her, letting her rub herself against him. She was hot and wet, and he longed to be inside her, but he was awake enough to realize they didn’t have protection. Considering who she was, Stone didn’t really care. He would’ve gladly slid home regardless of that, but he’d trained himself to pay attention. With the exception of Stevie, he’d never screwed a woman he intended to have a future with, so protection was crucial. For both of them.
With Stevie, he would leave the choice to her.
“Stone…”
“Want me to get a condom, baby?” he asked, keeping his voice low. “Or do you want to slide that slick pussy down my cock.”
She lifted her head.
He could see the questions in her eyes, so he answered them. “I’m clean. You’re the only person I’ve ever been bareback with.”
Her eyes widened.
“I get tested regularly,” he assured her.
She whimpered, continuing to rub herself along his dick, which was now a steel rod between them.
“How do you know I’m on birth control?”
Stone held her gaze. “I don’t.”
Evidently, it was the wrong thing to say because Stevie jerked. Before she could scramble off of him, Stone banded his arms around her and held on tight.
