Page 9 of Wishing Stone

She didn’t respond but shifted down to pepper my chest with kisses instead. Her hand slid down to the waistband of my boxers, feeling for the edge of the elastic. My cock reacted instantly—just as it always did with her—but I caught her hand before she could go any further and forced her head up to look at me. She stared back with pleading eyes.

“Alex, I need you.”

“I’m right here, angel.”

“No. I mean, I need you to make it disappear. Take me now. I need to know what’s real.”

I knew exactly how she was feeling. There was a heart-pounding rush of adrenaline that always came with a vivid nightmare. It didn’t matter if the experience was nothing more than a figment of the imagination. The physical reaction in the body was real, and when that adrenaline was gone, all that was left was the memory of terror and a feeling of confusion. It was as if the mind couldn’t process how to separate the dream from reality, and it needed something—anything—to stay grounded in truth.

So, I gave her exactly what she needed.

After shedding my boxers, I nudged her back until she was once again lying flat on the cool sheets. Positioning myself between her legs, I pinned her arms over her head and notched the head of my cock at her opening. Then I plunged deep, pumping hard and fast, chasing away the shadows of the night until her body hummed with the pleasure only I could give her.

4

Krystina

Rolling to the side, I slowly opened my eyes and allowed them to adjust to the light. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was just after six. The sheets beside me were slightly warm, and I could hear the shower running, signaling that Alexander was up and getting ready for work.

My mouth curved up when I heard him singing. I recognizedWinter Soundby Of Monsters and Men almost instantly because it was a song that sparked many debates between Alexander and me. He insisted it was a Christmas song, while I didn’t think it qualified as one just because it had the word ‘winter’ in it.

I softly hummed as he sang. Alexander had a magnificent voice, one that he didn’t allow others to hear. I was the only lucky one. I smiled ruefully, thinking it was a shame that he would hide such a talent yet secretly pleased that it was reserved only for me. When it was just the two of us, he didn’t try to hide his vulnerabilities anymore. Now, he let them flow freely.

My husband stepped from the master bathroom a few minutes later, wearing charcoal gray dress pants and a white button-down shirt. His matching dark gray suit jacket was slung over his arm as he knotted the burgundy tie at his neck. His gaze landed on me, and he flashed me one of those swoon-worthy smiles that I loved so much.

“Good morning, angel.”

“Morning to you, handsome.”

“How do you feel? Any more nightmares after you fell back asleep?”

“Not one,” I assured.

“I guess I did my job then.”

Walking over to the bed, he bent over to kiss me. It was a short kiss—tender and sweet—but still enough to make my toes curl. When he brushed the sheet aside to curve his palm over my breast, I crooned.

“Hmmm…” I breathed deep. He smelled of fresh water and woodsy cologne, an aphrodisiac to my senses.

Pulling back, he brushed a loose curl from my forehead, then returned to a standing position.

“Keep making noises like that, and it makes me want to skip work today,” he told me, then grabbed my hand to press it to the front of his pants. His sapphire blue eyes darkened, and there was no mistaking the hard bulge I felt beneath his zipper. His need for me was an undeniable force, and I loved that I had that effect on him.

“Perhaps I should keep making those noises then,” I teased, even though I was only half-joking.

“I wish I could. Trust me. I’d rather stay in bed with you all day than discuss quarterly revenues via teleconference with the board members of Stone Arena.”

“Sounds incredibly boring.”

“It is,” he agreed as he slipped into his suit jacket. “I should be home on time tonight. If I can skate out early, I will.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he brushed his fingertips down the side of my cheek. His gaze lingered on my mouth before he leaned down to give me another kiss.

I touched his face, softly moving my index finger along his jaw.

“I love you,” I whispered.

Catching my finger, he pressed the tip to his lips. “I love you, too.”

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