“Then we need to take it to my place because of Odin.”
“He needs a babysitter?” Stone asks, not peeved but genuinely curious.
“He needs me there.” That’s it. My dog needs me there. He shouldn’t be alone all night.
Stone accepts that without further question and once again, my hand is in his and he’s dragging me to my place. I fumble with my keys, open the door, and as soon as we’re in, he’s kissing me again.
He backs me into a wall, and there’s a slight bang of my body against it. Odin comes trotting around the corner to investigate. I twist my neck to free my lips and look down at my boy. “Go lie down. I need some privacy.”
My boy is curious, head tipped because he hears something in my voice he’s never heard before. Stone looks, and we watch Odin to see what he’ll do. He’s usually super responsive to a command, but he hesitates.
“Go lie down, buddy,” I say, gentling my tone and trying to sound as normal as possible. But it’s hard with Stone holding me so close.
Odin chuffs and turns, padding into the living room where he jumps onto the couch, spins twice, and curls himself into a doughnut. His look is a little suspicious, a little forlorn, but mostly accepting.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I suggest.
That’s all Stone needs to hear as he lifts me up, hands under my ass, and my legs wrap around him. He kisses me again, and I thread my fingers through his hair as he carries me through the living room and into the master suite.
He walks straight to my bed, but rather than lay me on it, he says, “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”
“Best idea I’ve ever heard.”
Stone tosses the box of condoms on the bedside table and then a lot of pulling and tugging ensues. We try to help each other out of our wet duds, but peeling off soaked denim isn’t easy. Still, we manage.
When we’re both naked, we end up standing there a moment, taking each other in. I’m not normally shy in my nudity, but my God… standing in front of Stone and his godlike body, all bulging muscles and, well, let’s just say, a very mighty sword… I feel shy.
Especially as I watch his gaze rove over my body ever so slowly, his eyes filled with such heat and desire, I feel it straight between my legs. “I knew you’d be perfect under those clothes,” he murmurs.
Stone steps into me, head dropping to stare at my breasts. He grazes his knuckles over my nipples, which are hard as rocks from the combination of cold rain and his hungry regard. “Now the question is… what do I do to you? What’s going to make you squirm and scream the loudest?”
“Holy shit,” I rasp, knowing that his words alone just made me wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. “Is that your normal brand of dirty bedroom talk?”
Stone smirks, bringing a hand to the back of my neck. His voice is gravelly. “There is nothing normal about what I feel for you.”
I want to melt into a puddle, but I’m not given the chance. Stone kisses me and at the same time, a warm hand covers my breast and squeezes.
A moan escapes and then turns into a groan of pure need when that hand slides from my breast down to my stomach and right between my legs where he cups me.
Lifting his head, Stone stares into my eyes. “What am I going to find down here?”
I can’t even speak. I’ve never been engaged in such intense feelings coupled with dialogue. My tongue is tied, and my heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest, but when he slides a finger into me, the power of speech returns. “Oh, fuck… Stone.”
My hips buck, tilt into his touch, begging for more. Instead, his finger slides out, wet and calloused, grazing over my sensitive clit. The pleasure is so blistering, I’m pretty confident he’s going to destroy me.
Some semblance of reciprocity filters into my addled brain, and I touch him in return. My fingers wrap around his hard length, and he’s apparently as sensitive as I am. His hips jerk and he curses, “Fuck… that feels good.”
Stone’s words have a mindless quality to them, as if he’s under a thrall, and it’s thrilling that just a simple touch from me affects him like this. It emboldens me, and I automatically sink to my knees. It dislodges his hand from between my legs—a loss I mourn, but know I’ll get back—and before he can comprehend what’s going on, I take him deep into my mouth.
A rumble of curses pours from Stone’s mouth, and I no more than get one long suck on his cock before he’s pulling me to my feet. He kisses me harshly, then looks at me with darkened eyes. “Can’t do that just now. I’m barely hanging on to my control as it is.”