Page 93 of Addicted

“You look good as fuck, baby,” he said, his voice low and rough.

Before I could respond, he crossed the room in three long strides and grabbed me. His large hands went straight to my ass, gripping and squeezing through the denim.

Then he kissed me, deep and demanding. His tongue sliding against mine, his teeth catching my bottom lip. I melted into him, my hands going to his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt.

He pulled back and stared into my eyes. I knew mine were full of desire.

“You keep looking at me like that and we ain’t leaving this room,” Stone murmured against my lips.

I smirked. “We gotta go. I got plans, remember?”

Stone’s jaw tightened slightly, but he nodded.

“Let’s go then.”

We headed downstairs and out the front door. A black Escalade was waiting in the driveway, engine running. Javion was behind the wheel, and Troy was standing by the back passenger door.

Ishmael had already left for school. I’d checked on him earlier this morning, made sure he ate breakfast and had everything he needed.

He was adjusting well to his new school, making friends, staying out of trouble. It made me feel better knowing he was good.

Troy opened the back door for us, and Stone gestured for me to get in first. I slid into the backseat, and Stone climbed in after me. The door closed, and Javion pulled out of the driveway.

The drive to LA was long, about an hour and fifteen minutes depending on traffic.

Stone and I didn’t talk much. He had his phone out, scrolling through messages and responding to texts. Business shit, probably.

I leaned my head against the window and watched the scenery pass by—trees, houses, other cars on the freeway. The hum of the engine and the smooth ride made me drowsy. Before I knew it, I was dozing off, my eyes drifting closed.

I woke up when the SUV came to a stop. Blinking, I sat up and looked around.

We were at the crash pad. Stone’s safe house where he’d kept me for those first two weeks. The place where everything between us had started.

“We’re here,” Stone said, his hand on my thigh.

I nodded, still a little groggy.

Stone got out first, then turned and offered me his hand. I took it and let him help me out of the SUV.

We stood in the driveway for a moment, and I could see one of Stone’s cars parked near the garage—a matte black Lamborghini that he kept here. He was going to drive that while I took the SUV with Javion and Troy.

Stone turned to face me, his hands going to my waist.

“Be good today,” he said, his voice serious.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m always good.”

“Indigo.” His tone was a warning.

I sighed. “I’ll be good, Stone. I promise.”

He stared at me for a long moment, like he was trying to decide if he believed me. Then he leaned down and kissed me. This kiss wasn’t like the one in our bedroom. It was slower, deeper. More possessive. Like he was reminding me who I belonged to before he let mego. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine.

“Call me if you need anything,” he said quietly.

“I will.”

Stone kissed me one more time, quick and hard, then stepped back.