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My head jerks up at that one. She’s never had multiple orgasms?

“Definitely making that happen,” I say rather than curse her ex again. Not bringing him into the bedroom is one of my goals. Literally and figuratively, obviously.

“Can’t wait,” she pants.

“Taking a bath with you.”

“With bubbles,” she adds.

I nod and move to her lips, needing more of them. Not sure that I’ll ever have enough of them.

“Being tied up.”

Holy shit. She wants me to tie her up? “I am so down for that.”

Her hands are making a lazy trail up and down my back and her legs wrap around my hips. I press my erection, still covered by my pants, into her and she cries out.

“That. Lots of that.”

“Yeah,” I grunt, my hips jerking.

I begin to slowly make my way down her body, rubbing my nose against her breast. The silky black material of her bra doesn’t hide the way her nipple pebbles.

“May I?” I ask.

“Please yes.”

I slowly slip one strap down over her shoulder then do the same with the other. She lifts up onto her elbows and I reach behind her to unclasp her bra. My hands are shaking so it takes me a few tries, but I manage and then she’s bare before me. I sit back on the back of my legs.

“My god, Leah. You’re stunning.”

“So are you. I didn’t know I was a fan of abs until I saw yours. But your arms and shoulders? Stone. They’re like a work of art.”

We stare at each other for a moment longer, the intensity growing stronger and stronger before I let out a growl and do what I’ve longed to do for months.

I taste her.

Her mouth.

Her chest.

Her nipples.

Her stomach.

Her waist.

I pay attention to every part of skin I can see while she writhes and squirms beneath me, panting heavily and crying out my name. It’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.

“Stone…” she moans. “Holy shit!” she cries out when I tug on one of her nipples with my teeth.

Her fingers tighten on my back, nails scraping and clawing before moving them lower, cupping my hardness over my pants. “I need… Stone, I need to see more of you.”

My body is screaming at me to give in. To tear down the boundaries we built only a few moments ago.

I stare into her eyes, searching for truth. Is that what she really wants? Or is she caught up in the moment? I hate to admit that I’m hoping it’s what she really wants because every one of my male instincts is itching to see more of her, too.

ChapterSix

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