Page 82 of Sweet Little Thing

“I’ll be more careful from now on. I swear,” I told her.

She leaned up on her elbows. Her breasts catching my attention. “I’d rather get on birth control. I like the way this feels. When the heat fills me, everything is more intense. I want that again.”

“Fuck,” I whispered. “Yeah, well, you need to get on that ASAP. All I want to do is sink inside you. It’s starting to scare the hell out of me.”

She sat up, her legs still open to me. “You make me want to do things,” she paused and smiled. “Bad things. Good things. All of it.”

I closed her legs. If I didn’t, I’d end up between them again. And I didn’t care what she said. After that last bout, she had to be bruised. Reaching for her, I pulled her into my lap, kissed her temple, then held her against me.

“Today, let’s stay here in this apartment. Alone,” I suggested.

She snuggled against me. “Okay. Are we going to have more sex?” The hopeful sound in her voice made me chuckle.

“I tell you what. We’ll eat breakfast. After, we’ll take a shower, and I’ll kiss between your legs until you come on my face. You’ve got to be sore.”

She ran a hand up my chest. “Oh, I’m sore. Raw even. Maybea little bruised. But the idea of you doing it again while I’m so tender, making my eyes water from the pain, makes me hot.”

I closed my eyes and inhaled as my fucking dick twitched back to life under her ass.

“Beulah. We’re going to fuck each other to death.”

She kissed my chin and replied, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Chapter

Forty-Nine

Beulah

The smell of bread filled the kitchen as I opened the oven to take out the loaf I’d made to go with our simple fettuccini alfredo dinner. Other than eggs and fruit for breakfast and a shared sub sandwich for lunch that Stone had fed me part of, we’d eaten nothing else.

I learned today that sexual activity was as exhausting as it was pleasurable. My body felt as if I’d just run a marathon and still hummed from our activities. I knew if he came in here and pulled up his t-shirt I was wearing, I’d gladly bend over and let him have me again. He kept saying he was addicted to me, but I feared it was the other way around.

While he was returning a work phone call as I finished making dinner, I couldn’t stop thinking about how his mouth had felt between my legs. The way his tongue had sucked and flicked my clit until I’d gone wild. The tingle between my legs began again. My inner thighs were going to be damp if I didn’t think aboutsomething else. I’d decided panties were pointless today.

Slicing the bread, I wondered if something was wrong with me. Was it normal for a woman to be so sex crazed? I hadn’t been this way with Jasper. It had been sweet, and I had enjoyed it, but when we’d had sex, it had never felt like this. When Stone touched me, I felt like an open electric socket. Everything was so powerful and some dark part of me desired things I never knew to want.

Did Stone bring this out in all women? Was his talent at sex what was causing this? Had that been why Presley was so insane when it came to him? That thought put a damper on my mood.

I’d been so wrapped up in all the earth-shattering orgasms that I hadn’t considered that this may be the norm for him. I was one in a long line. He was definitely the best I’d ever had, but I had very limited experience. It was all new for me. Something I hadn’t known existed. But maybe it wasn’t for him.

I stopped slicing the bread and looked at the wall across from me. I sighed as my mood plummeted. Was I so naïve that I had missed all that? Was my craving for how he made me feel hindering common sense? Reality?

He hadn’t said he loved me—not really. He said, “He knew he would love me.” That statement had been all it took for me to give in. To admit to myself what I had been fighting and denying. Everything clicked into place. It all made perfect sense. My denial vanished, and I accepted the truth. I let go of my guilt and embraced loving Stone.

I had cried out that I loved him more than once right before my world was lit up again and again, and I spiraled into bliss. But he’d never said it back.

“Smells good,” his voice broke into my thoughts, and I turned to look at him. I wanted to see if the unspoken words were there in his eyes. Something to reassure me I wasn’t being careless with my heart. I’d let him come inside me. I had even reveledin how it felt to be filled with his seed. But now…had I been impulsive, reckless? Is this what I did? Once a man gave me attention, I fell in love. No. This was different. What I was feeling now wasn’t what I’d felt with Jasper.

“What’s wrong?” his concern was immediate, and he took long, quick strides until he was beside me. He turned me around to face him. His hands caged me in against the counter, and his eyes that I’d once thought were cold and void of emotion showed so much. “You’re upset. Why?”

I could hide the truth but lies and hiding had already hurt too many people in my life. I wasn’t going to add to it. “I was just…I was thinking about us. How it feels. How…how it’s unlike anything I’ve known. It seems unreal. Like a fantasy. But I-I don’t have much experience. This may be normal for you.”

I wanted to ask him if he loved me. But I also felt silly and naïve.

He lifted one eyebrow. “Normal?” he repeated as if he couldn’t believe I’d asked that. I simply nodded.

A naughty smirk lifted the corner of his lips. “I told you I was addicted to you. I can’t leave this apartment because if I’m not inside you, my damn dick is hard and waiting until it can be again. Nothing about this is normal.” I could see the teasing gleam in his eyes. He meant what he was saying, but he was also teasing me for asking.

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