Page 33 of Stone's Promise

My breath caught in my throat. The vulnerability in his voice, the way he was looking at me, it was more certain.

I hesitated, unsure of what to say, until I thought of Oliver. I smiled a little. “You know, my son thinks you walk on water.”

Cody’s brow lifted. “That so?”

“He can’t wait to see you at Family Day.”

He reached for my hand, his fingers brushing over mine. “What about his mom?”

I swallowed hard. “What about her?”

Cody gave a gentle squeeze of my hand. “You pulled away.” His voice was quieter as he revealed his feelings. “I don’t want you to.”

I should have been nervous, but I wasn’t. Not this time. Instead, warmth spread through me, soft and sure. “I don’t want to, either.”

A slow smile spread across his lips. He sat back against the couch, his arm draped along the backrest like he was trying to keep himself in check. Such an old-fashioned guy.

“I like having you here,” I admitted, my voice softer than I intended.

He still wore a smile, the ‘aw shucks’ kind that made me melt. “Yeah?”

Instead of answering, I moved. A major move for me. Pulse fluttering, I changed positions and shifted onto his lap, my knees bracketing his hips. Though surprise lit up his face, his hands found my waist on instinct. His fingers flexed like he was already struggling with how much to touch me.

“Yeah.” I leaned in until our noses brushed. “I don’t want you to leave just yet.”

A sharp breath left him, his grip tightening. “You know I can’t say no to you when you look at me like that.”

“Good,” I whispered before sealing my mouth to his.

His control snapped.

One of his hands slid up my back, pulling me flush against him, while the other gripped my thigh, sliding the robe up in the process and anchoring me in place. I could feel the strength coiled beneath his skin, the heat of him searing through my clothes.

I rolled my hips experimentally, and a low groan rumbled through his chest. “You’re making it real hard to be a gentleman right now.”

I smiled against his lips, threading my fingers into his hair. “Then don’t be.”

I’d spent too long playing it safe, holding myself back. But with Cody? I wanted this. Judging by the deep intentional look of lust in his eyes, he wanted it just as badly.

I untied my robe and tossed it on the cushion next to me.

The fabric of my nightie slipped off my shoulders. Cody’s eyes stormed with a hunger that set off every nerve ending in my body. His hands roamed over my skin.

With a soft gasp, I lifted my nightie, baring myself to him completely, a silent invitation that he accepted.

Straddling him on the couch, I felt a surge of power. Cody’s hands squeezed my breasts, brushed over my stomach while his mouth found my nipples. I tilted my head back in a moan.

He caught the back of my neck, cradling my head, and leaned in. His lips brushed mine as he traced them with his tongue.

The room spun. I rocked my hips against his hard cock that pressed against his jeans, desperate to feel more of that heat.

“Cody,” I moaned into his mouth. “I want you in me.”

He yanked the zipper of his fly down. I got his cock free of his briefs and shifted my hips again, this time to let the lips of my vagina lightly skim the tip. He made me stop only for the brief seconds it took for him to remove a condom from his wallet and get it on.

He grabbed my hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pulled me down onto him. Our eyes met again, and I saw something raw and powerful flicker in his gaze.

The moment he was buried inside me, it was like coming home. Every nerve ending lit up in delight, sparks flying between our bodies.

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