Stevie pulled away, getting to her feet. His brain began working overtime, trying to figure out what he’d done wrong when she pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She held it to her chest for a moment, then tossed it away.
Stone exhaled, flopping back on the couch as air began circulating in his lungs again. He stared at the most beautiful creature in the universe as she unhooked her bra and slipped the straps down her shoulders. Again, she held it there momentarily before baring herself to him.
“You are. So beautiful.” His sentence was broken because lust slammed into him, thickening his cock, making his jeans uncomfortably tight.
She reached for the button on her jeans. “Back when we were together, I went after what I wanted without apology.”
He remembered. He’d loved that about her.
“When you left, I forgot who I was. I buried that girl down deep.” She flashed a smile. “I think it’s time for her to reemerge.”
Stone caught his breath when she shimmied her jeans down her legs.
“Do you have a problem with that?” she asked as she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties.
“No, baby.” He shook his head to reiterate. “No problem at all.”
“Good.”
And then there she was, naked and gorgeous, nibbling on her lower lip like she was unsure what to do next.
“Don’t move,” he whispered, soaking up the sight of her, memorizing every curve all over again.
When she shivered, Stone got to his feet. He gripped her waist and lifted her off her feet. When he started walking, her legs went around his waist, her arms circling his neck.
“Where’re we goin’?” she whispered, her mouth hovering near his ear.
“Somewhere I can lay you out and have my wicked way with you.”
He made his way into his bedroom and headed right for the bed. He tossed her on it, watching as she bounced and laughed. Goddamn. She was everything he’d been missing all these years.
Before she could get too comfortable, Stone grabbed her ankles and jerked her toward the edge of the bed.
Next came the internal conflict. Did he make love to her sweetly, savoring every touch and showing her how gentle he could be? Or did he take what she was freely giving him because the Stevie he loved needed that rougher touch?
Stone decided to reserve sweet and gentle for a later date. Right now, he wanted to remind her how explosive they were when they were together.
Holding her gaze, he ran his hands down her sculpted calves, stopping behind her knees. He leaned down, bending her in half while spreading her legs wide.
“Hold your legs,” he ordered.
She took over, gripping behind her knees, spreading herself wide.
“I wanna look at you,” he told her, admiring her as he took his shirt off and threw it to the side.
He towered over her, staring down at her beautiful body, loving how vulnerable she was right then. He trailed his finger along her inner thigh, from her knee down, down, down. He teased over her glistening flesh with the lightest flutter of his finger. She shivered again, her eyes locked on him.
“You need my mouth on you, don’t you?”
Stevie nodded.
He slid his finger between her pussy lips, lightly, gently. He added a little pressure when he reached her clit.
Stevie gasped. “Stone…”
You want my tongue here?” He rubbed a circle over her clit.
“Yes.” She grunted. “Please.”
