“You can’t be serious,” she hissed. “You don’t know me anymore, Stone.”
She was right. He didn’t. But he knew enough to be certain that what he felt for her all those years ago was still just as potent as ever.
“Don’t run,” he said firmly. “Stay with me, Stevie.”
He held her stare and rocked his hips, grinding his cock along the seam of her pussy. She gasped, her eyes closing, but she fought to open them again. Her ire was etched in the lines on her face, but even that looked good on her.
“If you want a condom, get one,” he told her, keeping the hint of command in his tone because he knew she loved that.
Her jaw muscle bunched. “How do you know I don’t have a disease?”
“Do you?”
“No,” she huffed. “But you don’t know that.”
“You’re right. I don’t.” Stone lifted his head so he could kiss her lips. “But I trust you, Stevie.”
And he did. He trusted her with his whole heart. He probably shouldn’t, considering how callous he’d been with hers all those years ago. There was a good chance she wanted to hurt him the same way he’d hurt her. However, he knew Stevie well enough to know she would launch an emotional attack, not a physical one if she wanted to get back at him.
“What if I wasn’t on the pill and I got pregnant? You’d be screwed.”
No, he would be right where he wanted to be. Stone didn’t tell her that because he knew the question had been rhetorical. She was working through her emotional pain. He had hurt her, and she wanted him to know it. He knew. He did. And he would spend the rest of his life making it up to her. Even if the most he ever got from her was a few fleeting moments of intense pleasure.
Stevie whimpered as she continued to grind against him. “You should … oh, God…” She inhaled deeply and started over. “You should know I don’t love you anymore.”
He ignored the vise that gripped his chest at her admission. “I know.”
She gasped and groaned, her pussy growing wetter by the second. Stone held himself together by sheer will.
“And I don’t plan to,” she whimpered.
“I know.”
Her eyes opened. “I’m serious.”
Stone ensured she saw his sincerity when he whispered, “It’s the least I deserve, Stevie. But that doesn’t change the fact that I still love you.” He brushed a strand of hair back from her face. “Let me love you, Stevie.”
Tears filled her eyes, but she didn’t let them drop. He gripped her hips even as she sat up. Her gaze snagged his as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and guided him where they both wanted him.
Stone’s eyes rolled back as the heat of her body enveloped him. She was slick and hot, and … God, she felt so damn good. Nothing had ever felt like this. Not in fifteen years.
He threaded his fingers with hers and let her use him as leverage as she rode him. She never looked away. Neither did he. The pleasure consumed every inch of his being. Heart, body, and mind.
Some would call him crazy, but Stone was still head over heels for this woman, and nothing would ever change that. He’d suspected it would all come flooding back if and when he ever saw her again. That was part of the reason he’d steered clear on his brief visits over the years. Now that he was here, now that she was with him, he knew it would be impossible for him not to spend the rest of his life loving her.
Even if she didn’t want him to.
***
Stevie couldn’t believe she was doing this.
She couldn’t believe she was throwing caution to the wind, yet here she was, letting Stone weave his way around her heart once again. He was good at that. Sneaking in when she least expected it.
As much as she wanted to harden her heart against him, it was impossible. As though she’d been designed to love this man even if she didn’t want to. And she didn’t. She didn’t want to love him because she knew he was capable of hurting her. He’d already wrecked her once. There was nothing to say he wouldn’t do it again.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
If he was feigning the awe in his voice, he was a master manipulator.
