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I took a step forward and put both of my hands on his hard chest, startled at how fast his heart beat beneath my palm.

“It is. You don’t want me Sophie, don’t want to even give us a chance, so I have to move on.”

Move on. That damn phrase was really starting to get on my nerves. “Move on from me, you mean?”

Stone nodded slowly as if he were talking to a cornered animal. “From my feelings for you, yes.”

“No.”

“Sophie, please.”

I squeezed my eyes shut against that pleading tone, and I really shouldn’t have because the attraction I’ve been trying to ignore since the tenth grade made another appearance. This time in the form of Stone’s naked body, wet and glistening inside my bathroom.

“Stone…”

“Sophie,” he growled, and I blinked, looked up and realized my hands were moving on their own, sweeping across his hard chest and down what I knew were sculpted abs.

Suddenly I didn’t want to talk anymore. Talking wasn’t getting us anywhere, and the feel of his body sent a warmth over me that was hard to ignore. Not just hard, impossible.

“No more talking.” With those words, things settled into place just as easily as I settled my mouth onto his.

Stone was stiff at first, but I slid my tongue back and forth across the seam of his lips, let my fingers tangle in his thick hair and brought him closer to me. To my mouth. The moment his body relaxed my tongue slid between his lips and began to explore, because this time I was kissing him, not the other way around. This was my show and I was taking the lead.

The minute our tongues touched, electricity sparked once again and he took a few steps forward, but my feet didn’t move, couldn’t move for fear that he was about to reject me. Instead, he groaned and grabbed my ample behind to lift me and sit me on the small desk, or maybe it was a table, pressed up against the back wall, then nestled his big body between my thighs. And it all happened without breaking the kiss, the kiss that only a few moments ago was sweet and gentle, but now it was something more intense, something hungry.

Something needy.

A small noise of pleasure escaped me and Stone stepped in even closer, threading his fingers through curls that had taken me an hour to accomplish. But I didn’t care, not when his tongue plunged deep in my mouth and not when the hardness concealed behind his slacks came into contact with my molten center. I moaned again as he stroked deeper into my mouth, one hand gripped the nape of my neck as the other slid around from my backside and up my waist until he cupped one of my breasts.

“Sophie,” he moaned and pulled back. But I reached up, sliding my tongue from his chin and down over his Adam’s apple and into the little dip at the base of his throat.

Feeling bold at just how turned on he was—by me—I moved my hand down another few inches and brushed my knuckles over the erection hiding behind his slacks. “Stone. Please.”

“Please, what Sophie? Tell me what you want.” His tone was forceful and commanding, and I felt an answering pulse between my thighs as the cool air hit my hot, damp panties.

What did I want? Hell, if I could answer that question at all, never mind when his fingertips closed around my nipple and his cock pulsed against my knuckles. There was only one thing I knew for sure in that closet, in that moment.

“You, Stone. I want you.”

He cupped my face in his big hands, gazing down at me with such intensity I began to squirm. “You sure?”

I nodded and licked my lips. “So sure.”

That was all he needed to hear before his hands slid down my shoulders and arms before circling my waist and pulling me to the edge of the table.

“Good,” he growled and slammed his mouth against mine in a hot kiss that tortured me to hell while his hands slid up my thighs, so slowly I let out another moan of anticipation. “What is this?” He stepped back and shoved the skirt of my dress up and moaned deeply at the sight of my lace top thigh high stockings. “Holy fuck, Soph.”

That deep, guttural phrase sent my desire into overdrive. “Touch me, please.”

His lips curled into a grin and Stone’s lips were on mine once again. But this time he devoured my mouth while his hands massaged my thighs, higher and higher until he was right where I pulsed and leaked for him. “Sophie,” he moaned and slid my panties to the side, plunging one finger into my slick heat and then another. “So wet,” he growled against my lips and I smiled. He kissed me deeply, but not as deep as his fingers slid into my core, pumping slow and sure until my arousal simmered just shy of bursting.