Page 130 of Stone Temptation

Then he played some jazz through his phone, bopping away with the odd finger snap.

Watching him tested my new decision on personal space. I found myself enchanted by his happy place again, his jovial vibes quickly wearing down my resistance.

Gods, it was so beautiful to see.

Wild electricity sparked across my skin, my breath catching as I descended into obsessive staring.

He caught me, his expression so soft, so radiant.

Man, I had it bad.

How many more times could I blame the mark? Luke was my type through and through. The protective stuff aside, I wanted more of him. A proper taste, a deeper dive. To see if he felt the same.

Don’t…

What if he did? What if our meeting and joining meant more? What if we were supposed to carry on in each other’s lives after this threat? What if we were in the right place at the right time? Set up to be together?

No. Markings were random. He could’ve been marked by any gargoyle from London to Tokyo.

Meaning this thing happening between us is more than the mark…

He’d wanted me to kiss him on his stairs, said he’d been feeling the same back at the swimming pool.

It all started with a thief, a ring, and a marking…

“Almost ready,” Luke said.

“Cool.”

He got to shaking, hypnotizing me harder. Leaving me powerless, destroying my free will.

I want you…

How could him being lost in his happy place get me like this?

Just look at him, the sexy physicality of him shaking the mixture.

Whoa.

In that moment, I knew I wouldn’t let anything stop me from being in his life. He had to remain. He had to want me back.

Please want me back…

“So, what do you think of the claptrap Seth spouted?” Luke’s words killed the heat, the weaver’s name an unwelcome splash of ice water.

I shifted my position on the stool, taking a few seconds to come down from my Luke high.

“I… Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, slowing his shaking.

My hand almost cupped my dick to show him what was wrong. That getting naked with him might help sort me out. A wild fuck in the gray sheets, get these cravings out of my head.

Maybe that was the solution—fuck it out of our systems. Nip it in the bud.

Done.

Move on.

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