Page 88 of Breaking Emily's Rules
The smart dog scurried off and once inside her bedroom, Stone shut the door with his back.
He pulled back to look at her and met eyes so raw and hot with passion he felt it down to the soles of his boots. “Look what you do to me.”
Her palms slid up his chest and back down to the waistband of his jeans. He kissed her, and she returned hot openmouthed kisses that sent him into sensory overload. The kisses turned wilder, bolder, and she ripped off his shirt, buttons flying.
“Not so shy anymore, are you?” He felt a smile coming on.
Then he took over, his open mouth sliding to the side of her neck and to every inch of exposed and tender skin as he bent lower. And lower still. He pulled down her dress and took her nipple in his mouth and she gasped, arching and pulling him closer.
He got greedy then. A moan escaped her when he kissed her again, wet and warm kisses that tugged him under, making him hazy with lust. One hand slipped under her dress, tugging roughly at her thong. He needed this. Here. Now. Her.
He pushed her lightly, and she fell back onto her bed. He followed her down, burying his face in the side of her neck. His breathing had become hard and raspy, and a deep groan vibrated in his chest.
“You have too many clothes on.” He resolved that in seconds flat, removing her thong and nudging her thighs open. “Mmm. Is this what you want? Do you like this?”
“Y-es. I’m so close. Stone.”
He didn’t need to hear any more.
She gasped and shuddered under him then became a little more demanding. “Please. Now—”
He enjoyed this new side of her.
“Now what?” he teased.
“Get in me,” she said on a whisper.
“Don’t do that,” he said, his thumb brushing her bottom lip.
It felt like she was forever hiding from him, holding on to some part of herself that she wouldn’t let him have. He didn’t know why that mattered so much and it worried him that it did.
“Don’t do what?”
“Get shy on me. Retreat.” He kissed her again, and tongues tangling, gave her some of her own sweet taste.
Lifting himself up, he rolled on a condom then pushed inside her like she wanted. He gave her a moment to adjust to him then moved with slow even strokes, forcing himself to take it slow even if it killed him. And it just might.
“Faster.”
When she pressed a hand on his hips and met him thrust for thrust, urging him on, he was tempted to give her everything she wanted. And more.
“Not this time.”
He took his time, watching her writhe under him, clutching the sheets, clutching him. When she trembled and cried out his name, he swallowed her moans with a kiss and kept moving inside her.
“Say it,” he demanded, even as he realized he was about to ask for something crazy. But she did this to him, made him want more than he should have. Left him greedy for more. Always more.
“Say what?” she gasped.
“Say you’re mine.” He stared in her eyes, unflinching.
“I’m yours.”
He didn’t know if it was those words or her muscles clenching and milking him, but a groan ripped out of him as he came harder than he’d ever come before.
CHAPTER22
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