Page 82 of Sticks and Stones (Shadow Valley U)
“Baby, I’m fucking obsessed with you.” His deep voice is hot. “I can’t sleep if you’re not beside me. I can’t eat if you’re at work and I’m not sitting there in a booth, watching your hips sway with your tray. Even during my practices and games, if I don’t know where you are at all times, I fuck up and nearly fall on the ice.”
My throat constricts. Stone’s honesty sucks up all the oxygen in our shared bedroom.
“Tell me you feel the same.”
This isn’t a time for jokes. I would usually have some snarky rebuttal and say something like, “Or what?” but I can’t find it in me to shut him down, because if this is Stone’s version of pouring his heart out to me, I’ll take it and run.
“I do,” I whisper.
“Then get over here so you can prove it.”
His words move me toward him, even though the independence I have possessed since a young age is begging me to stay put.
I can’t say no to him.
Once his hands find my cheeks, he tugs me in close. Our chests rub together, and his heart is beating just as hard as mine is. I sigh when his tongue dips into my mouth, but for the first time, his kiss isn’t urgent. It’s slow and sensual, and I fall into it like a honey trap.
There isn’t a word spoken between us. Stone shoves my shirt up over my head and drops it to the floor beside my feet. My leggings are pulled down past my hips, and the brush of his fingers over my skin sends a chill down my spine.
“Stone,” I rasp. I dig my nails into his shoulders.
He stays kneeled below and places a soft kiss against my panties before standing back up and undressing himself.
He doesn’t have a single flaw.
Strong, toned muscles line his stomach, and they flicker with his grip around himself. My mouth parts, and a soft sigh falls in between us as I watch him stroke back and forth. He wiggles his finger at me and tells me to come closer…so I do.
Our eyes are locked, and he pushes a finger into me achingly slow. I’m already ready—something he clearly appreciates. I fall to the bed, and he’s in between my legs, taking his time with me.
I arch when he pulls out and then goes in again. This time is different.
His touches are gentle, like he’s trying to memorize every last curve, and his intense gaze stays glued to me with every last thrust. It’s hotter than when he’s touching me like he wants to hate me. He’s touching me like he loves me, and I feel it digging into my bones.
I’ll forever be branded by him.
“I’m close,” I pant, gripping the blankets for dear life.
The orgasm builds faster than I expect, and my stomach hollows. Stone tilts his hips and hits the spot that no one has touched before. I fall into a bliss, mesmerized by his deep kiss. I’d give him my entire soul in this moment if he asked me for it, and knowing Stone, he will eventually.
“Fuck,” he moans. He steals his mouth away from mine and buries his face into my sweaty neck.
His body stills, and I spread my tingling legs wider, letting him fill me to the brim. Stone has been careless, and I’ve been letting him come inside me as if there is no other way. Thank God I’m on birth control—something he has never inquired about.
Once Stone climbs off me, he hurries back with a towel. The moonlight shines a glow on him, and my breath is stolen the moment he cleans me between my legs. Typically, he says something crass and wants his cum to stay there, but right now, he’s taking care of me.
My lip wobbles, and it’s something he notices.
“Wren?” His brow furrows. “Out of all the times we’ve fucked, I didn’t think this one would hurt.”
I swallow roughly. “I’m not hurt.”
“Okay…” The bed dips, and he brings me close. Our naked bodies are wrapped around one another. “Then why are you crying?”
A shaky breath clamors from my lips. “I’m not used to someone taking care of me.”
His chest expands beneath my head, and the steady release of air tickles my neck. I sigh at the soft kiss on my temple.
“Sleep, baby.”