“Really?” I ask breathlessly.
“You fucking stagger me, Harlow.”
His words almost make me cry, but I have no opportunity because his mouth is on me again. The kiss is almost violent in its frenzy, and then somehow, Stone has me on my back, in my bed, and he’s pulling my legs apart.
Heat and embarrassment course through me, and I try to push my legs together as he stares into my eyes.
“No doing that,” he chides, then with his hands at my ankles, he pulls me to the edge of the mattress. Stone drops to his knees, his intent clear. His hands move across me, baring me further to his gaze and then his mouth is on me.
I buck hard, call out his name, and beg him to stop. He chuckles, the vibrations causing my body to squirm and call out even louder. He wondered what it would take to get me to do those two things, and now he has his answer.
Stone shifts his head, rubs his bearded cheek on the inside of my thigh, and glances up at me. “You taste fucking amazing.”
I shudder and then buck again as the tip of his tongue circles my clit.
“I can’t,” I moan, my hands gripping the covers.
“You can. You will.” He sucks on my clit hard, and a moan comes out of me that sounds like I’m dying, but I’m not.
I’ve never felt more alive.
Stone ignores my cries, presses an arm across my stomach to hold me still, and proceeds to devour me. He uses his tongue, teeth, and fingers, and it’s almost embarrassing how fast I come.
I’m wrecked by him, as I knew I would be from the first kiss.
He stands up, beautifully naked, and stares down at me in triumph. I watch through sated eyes as he sheaths himself with a condom. He bends over the bed, slides an arm under my back, and hauls me up onto the middle of the mattress before covering me with his body. My legs part and he settles between them.
“You good?” he asks as his face hovers over mine.
I nod, offering a lazy smile.
He kisses me slowly, reaching in between our bodies to position himself. He enters me gently, his length filling me until our pelvises are pressed together.
Stone rests his forehead against mine, holds perfectly still for a very long moment until he grits out, “You feel a little too good, Harlow.”
“You don’t feel so bad yourself,” I murmur, and he chuckles, lifting his head to peer down at me. “I heard a rumor… if you move, it feels better.”
“Oh yeah?” His eyes glitter with amusement as he pulls out, but when he pushes back in, no one thinks this is funny.
Because it feels so damn good, I might die.
Stone lets out a breath and moves inside me. He lifts one of my legs, wraps it around his hip, and angles into me deeper. It’s intense.
Almost unbearable.
And yet I don’t ever want it to stop.
Another orgasm crashes through me, causing me to cry out. Stone seems to respond to the plaintive note and thrusts deep before burying his face in my neck. He growls low, his body shuddering with release. I wrap my legs around his back, my arms around his neck, and I hold tight until we both come down together.
Stone rolls us to our sides, gathers me in close. Resting his chin on my head, he muses, “I wonder what Brooks thinks of this.”
It implies Brooks is watching over us, the first time Stone has acknowledged a belief that his brother’s soul lives on.
“I think he’d approve,” I murmur.
“I hope so. You knew him better than I did in the end, but I think he’d have wanted this.”
“If not, he’s going to haunt us both,” I point out.
Stone’s body shakes with laughter, and I join in. He gives me a squeeze and kisses the top of my head. “I’ll be right back.”
While Stone is in the bathroom ditching the condom, I get under the covers and wait for him to come back. I replay what just happened, remembering how he felt, the tone of his words. The sensation as he came inside me.
It’s never been like that with anyone else, and I hope I’m not looking for something that might not be there merely because of our shared connection to Brooks.
I banish that thought as Stone comes back into the room. Without a word, he slides under the covers and pulls me into his body. It’s warm and he smells good.
I cuddle in close, and we don’t talk. Within minutes, his breathing is deep and he’s in dreamland.
It’s not so easy for me. I keep replaying the whole evening, committing it to memory. I don’t want to forget any of this.
Eventually, Odin comes into the room and looks at me pointedly. He needs to go potty, and I oblige without complaint. I slip out of Stone’s embrace and dress quickly. Odin and I walk the block, and he pees against a tree planted along the sidewalk.