Page 32 of Kismet

When I look back at Stone, he’s already watching me. Once again, like last time, his piercing brown eyes seem like they can look right through me, like he can see into my soul. The expression on his face is unreadable, but it heats my blood anyway. My pulse is hammering, and my body is shaking. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything as much as I want him.

I don’t understand this pull I have toward him, but it’s undeniable.

“C’mere,” he whispers, setting his own bottle down beside him on the grass.

Scooting closer and shifting my body to face him, I watch him… waiting for his next move, as my heart threatens to bust through my ribcage, and I swallow harshly against the golf ball sized lump in my throat.

Slowly, almost as if I’m watching this happen in slow-motion, his hand reaches over, wrapping around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. When our lips press together, a growl vibrates from his chest, and his tongue grazes my bottom lip.

From the moment my lips part and his tongue dips inside, licking mine, it’s like I’m waking up. The fog clears, the storm in my mind dissipates, and everything feels right.

He feels right.

Thisfeels right.

My hands fist his shirt on either side of his stomach, pulling him over me as I lie back on the blanket. Resting my head on the pillow, his body blankets mine. I can feel his blazing body heat radiating off him in waves, heating my skin through our clothes.

Stone’s lips travel along my jaw, licking and sucking down to my neck, nipping my ear where he whispers, “I’m beginning to realize that, like this field, you’re special to me too.”

If I thought I couldn’t breathe before, it’s got nothing on the hammering of my pulse now. I don’t have any time to process what he said before his lips make their way across my throat, before showing my other side the same attention. His hands slide up my shirt—hot, calloused hands touching my bare stomach.

My dick is hard as… well, stone, and it’s straining against my sweats. Every time his lips press down on my neck, I feel it in my balls. I wantallof him. I’m dying to explore his body, have him explore mine. I pray he doesn’t put a stop to this like the other times.

As if he could sense my thoughts, he pulls back, his heavy eyes studying me. “Are you okay?” he asks quietly.

Words feel like a challenge I’m not capable of right now, so I just nod my head.

He brushes the hair off my forehead. “What do you want?”

“Everything.” My voice is husky, filled with lust.

“Me too,” he croaks, bringing his lips back down on mine. He nibbles on my bottom lip before thrusting his tongue inside, wholly worshiping my mouth.

One of his hands drifts down my stomach, fingers dipping below the waistband of my sweats, as a shudder races through me. He gropes me over my boxers, swallowing my deep-throated groan. Having his hands on methere, despite being over my clothes, is mind blowing.

I impatiently shove his jacket off him, lifting his shirt up until he pulls his lips away from me long enough to remove it. My gaze falls to his moonlight illuminated chest in awe. His shoulders are broad, chest is dusted in dark hair, well-defined, and sculpted. I can’t see his entire stomach from the way he’s lying over me, but I can see the chiseled start of his abs, and my mouth waters.

He clears his throat, and when my gaze returns to his face, I’m met with a sexy grin. Definitely caught me checking him out. “You have an amazing body, Stone.”

“I bet I could say the same for you, but you’re far too clothed for me to tell.”

Laughing, I sit up and tug my shirt over my head, before lying back down. His eyes shamelessly devour every inch of my exposed skin; from my collarbone, all the way down to the trail of hair on my stomach that disappears behind my sweats. His gaze can only be described as hungry.

Hot lips press down on my chest, placing feather-soft kisses all over. His tongue flicks over my pebbled nipples, causing me to gasp. My pulse rages ferociously as his lips trail down to my stomach, tongue dipping inside my belly button, before going lower… and lower.

Sharp teeth nip at the skin on my hip as confident fingers hook into my waistband, tugging them down. The cool air hits my crotch as my dick is freed, a whole-body shiver working its way through me. Stone’s lips resume their exploration of my body, kissing and nipping everywhere around my pubic area, except where I’m dying for him to go.

His nose nuzzles into my trimmed, dark hair, inhaling deeply before exhaling a groan. I’m so hard, my cock inches from his face. My hand itches to reach out and grab myself, but I refrain. The wait will be worth the reward, I know it.

Sure enough, not even five seconds later, his tongue licks a hot, wet strip up the underside of my dick, an embarrassingly loud gasp flying from me. Glassy, hooded eyes look up at me beneath thick, dark lashes, a cocksure grin pulling on his lips. The sight of him in between my knees, looking hungry and carnal, is flip-flopping my insides, and driving me insane with need.

“Please suck me,” I beg, hips lifting slightly. The desperation is dripping from my words.

“You and your manners… It’s sexy as hell. Since you said please,” he murmurs seconds before closing his lips around the crown of my cock. His tongue twirls around, hand fisting at the base, stroking up as his mouth slides down.

“Oh, my fuckingGod.” My hand flies to his head, weaving through his hair, as my eyes roll back. The suction, the use of his tongue, his hand work… all of it. It’s ethereal. His mouth glides up and down my length expertly, his hand moving lower to roll my balls.

I can’t think. Can’t even form sentences. My entire world is hanging on the precipice that is his mouth.

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