Page 28 of Stone

My feet come to a standstill when Stone’s broad shoulders come into view, and I contemplate leaving altogether.

“I can smell you, Sienna.” Heat travels through me at his gravelly voice, and I squirm on the spot, already feeling the wetness pool in my panties at his comment.

Why does my body crave him like this? Want him when I shouldn’t.

He turns to face me, and the moonlight catches the blue in his eyes, making them sparkle. “You don’t look sick.” He nods toward me, and I blush under his gaze while wishing I was wearing something sexier, more enticing than the pale-blue summer dress that has me feeling like a young girl.

“I didn’t feel like partying.” I lift my chin.

A chuckle escapes him, and I wish I could bottle the sound of it up to keep it forever. A lump gathers in my throat at the thought of never hearing the sound again. Never seeing him look so handsome beneath the stars in his white T-shirt that stretches over his shoulders and his faded blue jeans that cling to his thick thighs.

To never explore him how I wish to.

“You’re staring at me like you’re going to miss me.” His lip twitches at his joke, yet the truth stabs me through the heart and exposes me for what I am. A liar, the daughter of the devil and a thief, because I know I’ve stolen his heart with no intention of returning it. How can I when I need it to survive myself?

“Hey, I’ll be back in a week.” He steps in front of me, and the thick pad of his finger twirls a lock of my hair around while Istand frozen. I won’t be here. I’ll be lying in another’s bed, next to my husband while my heart struggles to beat.

A sob lodges in my throat, and I can’t help the hiccup as tears pool in my eyes. “I don’t want you to go,” I whisper.

His lips curl into a smile, and I’m grateful he doesn’t realize the sincerity of my anxiousness. That he won’t know the truth until it’s too late, because knowing he will suffer in my absence is excruciating, like someone is pulling me apart bit by torturous bit.

“I need you,” I mutter, and his finger stills in my hair.

He’s going to reject me. I can feel it in my bones, so I step forward, finding the inner strength and boldness I’ve always longed for, and I take it.

This is the moment I take it all.

My hand wraps around the thickness of his jean-clad cock, and I stroke over it while he remains frozen, no doubt thrown off guard by my brazenness.

“Si…” He squeezes his eyes closed, but I ignore him and step forward with a new determination.

If I have to spend the rest of my life with a man I don’t want, I want one night with the man I do.

The man who holds my heart in the palm of his hands deserves one night with me.

One night of deception to last us both a lifetime of memories.

Stone

She continues to stroke me, and it sends a surge of pleasure through me. I’ve had no other woman touch me before, not from what I can remember, anyway. The only woman I’ve ever wanted has been her.

My forbidden secret.

I croak out, “Si…,” but she pushes against me. Her soft body melts against my solid one and has my blood pumping with a fierce possession that heightens every cell in my body.

The memory of her nipple in my mouth and the way she caressed my head as I suckled her has a need to unleash roaring inside me.

“Mine.” I crash my lips against hers in a messy, scorching kiss that comprises our teeth clashing and our tongues thrashing about in one another’s mouths. It’s ruthless and savage, and a symbol of how I feel about her.

Her fingers graze over my belt, and I clamp my hand around her wrist to stop her.

“I want you. Please let me have this,” she repeats, her eyes imploring mine.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” The words taste like poison on my tongue.

“Yes, you do. You know it is.” She swallows hard. “You want to slide your thick cock inside me and take what belongs to you before anyone else does?” There’s something in the way she speaks, but I can’t decipher the hidden message. All I hear are her filthy words as my cock drips pre-cum with fervor.

She detaches herself from me, leaving me breathless and panting for more. Then she steps back and slowly lowers herself to the floor. I watch with wide eyes as she slips her panties off, lies on the grass, and opens her legs, exposing her glistening pussy to me beneath the moonlight.

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