Page 14 of Heart of Stone

“Have you now?” Stone liked the sound of that. He’d wondered how Luke tasted, too, and now he wanted to find out. He moved closer and shot Luke a challenging look. “Then why don’t you get over here and do it?”

A flash of shock crossed Luke’s face, and it seemed Stone had actually managed to shut his mouth, which was definitely a first, but he didn’t take long to recover. Shifting to lie on his side, he leaned over and clamped his hand on the back of Stone’s head, drawing Stone into a kiss that was light at first, but a low moan escaped Luke as soon as their lips touched, and he deepened the kiss, claiming the taste he’d said he wanted.

Stone parted his lips, giving a soft moan of his own as Luke kissed him. Luke tasted sweet, and Stone wanted more of him. “Move over,” he growled against Luke’s lips. “Since you don’t mind.”

Luke scooted back to make room for him without hesitation. “Plenty of room in here for two.”

Stone moved onto the bed and pulled the covers down so that he could look at Luke’s chest. He’d avoided peeking when he’d undressed Luke earlier, but he looked his fill now, and he caressed Luke’s pale skin, running his fingers though the crisp hair on Luke’s chest. “You look good. Almost as good as you taste.”

Luke’s eyes were half-lidded, and he was practically purring at the touch of Stone’s hand. “If you see anything you want, you sure enough can have it.”

“That’s good to know,” Stone continued to caress Luke, pleased to know that he was the one making Luke look like he was about to melt right into the mattress. Then he slid his hand lower, pushing the covers further down so that he could see if Luke was aroused as he was. Apparently so, and Stone gave a little growl of satisfaction. “I think I see what I want.”

Luke kicked the covers out of the way, and Stone wasn’t the least bit surprised that the man had no shame about baring himself. “It’s all yours,” Luke drawled. “You just tell me what you want to do with it.” His expression turned more serious then, and he reached out to caress Stone’s cheek tenderly. “I mean it. I ain’t ashamed to say I find pleasure in both givin’ and takin’, and I’m willin’ to do whatever you want me to do. I just want to make you happy, Stone. That’s all.”

“You do.” Stone wasn’t comfortable with saying things like that, but he owed it to Luke, especially when the look in Luke’s eyes made his heart beat faster. A corner of his mind was worried, warning him that these feelings were dangerous enough, but actually telling Luke how he felt would be disastrous. Stone ignored it, too mesmerized by the way that Luke was touching him. Like he cared. Like Stone mattered. “Touch me. I want you to touch me.”

Luke leaned in to nibble kisses along Stone’s sharp jaw. “I’ve been wantin’ to touch you since the day I laid eyes on you.”

Luke claimed another kiss, this one deep and drugging, as he began unfastening the buttons on Stone’s shirt, impatiently pushing the fabric out of the way so he could caress the smooth, bare skin beneath, seeming eager to stroke every inch he could reach.

The kiss was wonderful, but the slide of Luke’s hand over his skin made Stone moan with need. It had been so long since anyone had touched him, and his skin was coming to life beneath Luke’s caressing fingers. He wanted more; he wanted Luke to keep touching him until he died.

He wanted to touch, too, so he reach out, skimming his hand along Luke’s side down to the sharp angle of his hip. Then he tugged, pulling Luke closer, wanting to feel Luke along every inch of his body. Luke obligingly shifted closer, moaning softly at the press of bare skin against bare skin.

Luke bit lightly at Stone’s bottom lip and broke away from the kiss. “You’ve got too many clothes on. It’s hinderin’ my attempts to touch you like I want.”

Stone unfastened his trousers and quickly pushed them down and off. “There. Now you got no excuse for givin’ me what I want. And I want it all.”

Luke’s smile turned wicked as he skimmed his fingertips slowly down the length of Stone’s torso, leaving a trail of fire along the way. Stone felt the muscles in his abdomen quivering in response to the too-light touch, but Luke seemed determine to torment him.

“You want me to touch you, right?” Butter wouldn’t melt in Luke’s mouth, and his innocent look was belied by the devilish way he curled his fingers around Stone’s hard cock. “Like this?”

“Yes!” Stone groaned the word, his hands fisting in the sheets as Luke touched him. He was breathing hard, and he had to force himself to keep still. He wanted to move, to feel Luke caressing him and driving him over the edge, but he didn’t want it to be over too soon. He looked at Luke and licked his lips. “Yeah, like that.”

Luke didn’t seem to be in any hurry either, because he stroked Stone slowly, building up his need and then backing off again and again, and he watched Stone’s face avidly, seeming to enjoy the signs of pleasure he saw there.

“Tease.” Stone bit out the word between clenched teeth, as Luke seemed determined to drive him mad. “You’re goin’ to kill me.” He reached up, framing Luke’s face between his hands. “I saw how you looked at me that day in the stable. Like you wanted to push me up against the wall and take me. I want to see you look at me like that again.”

Luke turned his head to brush a kiss to Stone’ palm. “That’s just what I’ll do right now if you want me to.”

“I want you to. I want you to take me.”

Luke rolled away long enough to rummage around in a drawer in the bedside table, and he pulled out a bottle of neatsfoot oil, smiling sheepishly. “I’ve needed this a fair bit since you got here. You’ve kept me so wound up, I don’t know how long I can hold out once I’m in you.”

Stone couldn’t help the satisfied smile that curved his lips at the thought of Luke wanting him so much that he had to take the edge off from time to time. He held out his arms, beckoning for Luke to come back, wanting to feel Luke against him. “Show me what you thought about doin’ to me when you got all wound up.”

Luke straddled Stone’s hips and grabbed Stone’s wrists, pinning them against the pillow over his head, the easy-going air replaced by pure need. He rocked his hips provocatively. “I thought about this. I thought about you beggin’ me for more.”

Stone Harrison wasn’t the type of man to beg, but the sudden, fierce expression on Luke’s face stole his breath and made him ache in ways he’d never felt before. The tone of Luke’s voice sent a shiver down his spine, and Stone arched his back, need shooting through him like a bolt of lightening.

“Please, Luke.” He cast his pride aside and begged, his voice full of need. “More. I need more.”

“Oh God, Stone, so do I.” Luke released Stone’s wrists so he could grab the bottle of oil. “I need you right now, or I just might die.”

“Then have me.” Stone bucked his hips up impatiently and grasped the bars of the iron headboard. “Don’t worry about bein’ gentle. Just give us what we both want!”

Uncorking the bottle, Luke poured a generous amount of oil into his palm, crooning softly and soothingly as he prepared Stone with gentle fingers despite Stone’s demands. “I don’t want to hurt you. It’s been a while for you, I’m guessin’, and I want this to be good. Nothin’ but pleasure.”

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