He doesn’t answer, so I say, “Cool. Good to know,” and turn away to gather my thoughts. Stone doesn’t say a word, so I gather up my belongings. I take another step forward, and an arm curls around my waist, yanking my back against a hard chest.
“Let me go,” I say harshly.
“Never,” he growls in my ear, nipping the lobe just hard enough to make it sting. “You’re mine, Ivy, and I will never fucking let you go. Ever.”
I can’t stop the shiver that rips through my body at the feel of him, hot and hard against me. “Maybe not, but you’re determined to die when our story is just getting started.”
“Fuck,” he growls, spinning me around so we’re face to face and chest to chest. “I am not going any goddamn where. You got that?”
I push his chest. “I guess we’ll see about that, won’t we?”
“Damn you, stubborn fucking woman.” He picks me up, tossing me on the bed with his eyes fixed on me. “I don’t have a death wish.”
“Are you sure?” I shimmy out of my pajama shorts and toss them in his direction. Next comes my t-shirt. “Because I’ll fuck you right here, right now, for as long as you still draw breath. But if you’re lookin’ to die soon, I’m keeping my heart to myself.”
Stone rips off his towel and crawls onto the bed, settling between my thighs. His gaze is deathly serious as he stares down at me.
“I’ve already got your heart the same as you have mine. You can lie to yourself and deny all you want, but that’s the truth.”
“Not if I’m gonna lose you.”
“You’re not,” he insists, brushing a kiss against my lips.
I strain to get more of his lips, more of his taste on my tongue, but Stone pulls back too soon. “I’ll keep my heart to myself until I’m sure of that.” But he’s right. He’s probably had at least a slice of my heart since we were kids, but this is different. After losing my parents, I can’t take another loss.
“That ain’t gonna fly, Ivy. You’re mine and I’m yours, which means I get to see all of you.” He kisses me, from my jaw to my chin and down the length of my throat before swirling his tongue in the hollow of my neck.
I arch into him as a low moan escapes.
“Not just the parts like this,” he pants, kissing his way further south until he reaches a hard nipple.
“I love your tits and the way your pussy feels when it squeezes me tight, but I want to see the vulnerable parts, the uncertain parts, Ivy.” His lips close around my nipple and sucks just hard enough to make my back arch and my hips roll. “All the parts. You hear me?”
I nod my head and grind my hips against his while he moves to my other nipple.
He sucks it and then blows on it, making me shiver. “Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” I moan softly, thrashing my head from side to side while he tortures my nipples. “Stone,” I whisper in the throes of passion.
“That’s right. It’s me making you feel like this, so fucking crazy you think you’ll die if I don’t get to your cunt, right?”
“Fuck, yes.” He can get me to say just about anything right now, and when his mouth leaves my tits and moves south, I know he just might.
His scruff scrapes down my belly and over my hips, before his broad shoulders spread my thighs wide. “This is such a pretty pussy, and it’s all mine.” Two fingers part my lips, and I push up on my elbows to watch as his tongue slides against my clit.
“Oh, fuck!” My hips buck and my pussy is hungry for more of his touch. “Stone.”
“Mine.” He slides his tongue up and down my clit, his finger teasing my pussy until finally it slips in.
His finger touches that spot, you know the one. Then a low groan escapes on a sigh containing just one word. “Yours.”
“So fucking tight. Fuck my hand, Ivy. Do it.”
I don’t need more encouragement to roll my hips and bear down to take his finger as deep as I can. “Stone.” He hums against my clit, sending fireworks shooting through my body. “Yes!” I’m so close to coming already, but it’s too soon, and it’s not what I want. “Stop. Stone, stop.”
He pulls back, barely a breath away from my clit. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m about to come,” I pant.