Page 89 of Property of Stone
When he could appreciate her fully without any interruptions.
With her lying on her stomach, one arm tucked under the pillow, he studied every inch he could see. From the dark strands of hair covering her face to the feminine curves of her shoulders, the arch of her spine, the dip found at the small of her back, the rise of her fuckable ass cheeks in that snug red cotton.
He curled his fingers tightly into his palms to fight the urge to smack them. To watch them jiggle from the impact. Possibly explore an area he doubted anyone had touched yet.
He’d volunteer to be the first.
His gaze followed the descending slope of her ass—he was tempted to sink his teeth there—to her soft thighs. He visually traced her calves before ending with her bare feet.
He noticed days ago how cute her toes were. The nails were painted a light pink, the same as the short nails on her hands. She probably had to keep them trimmed due to working with food.
In the little over a week he’d known her, he’d seen zero evidence of this woman being high maintenance. She didn’t wear heavy makeup or a bunch of flashy jewelry. No fake hair, fake lashes or even fake nails. The bathroom wasn’t overflowing with a bunch of bullshit to make her look good and fake outa man.
He swore some women had a product for each part of her damn body. A few times he’d woken up in a woman’s bed and went to take a piss only to find the counter covered in expensive bullshit used to make them look better than they were in reality.
He preferred women who didn’t give him a jump scare when he woke up next to them after their makeup had worn off. Of course, when his buzz was, too.
When Taryn wasn’t wearing her chef uniform, she just wore casual clothes. Jeans, T-shirts, shit like that. He hadn’t seen her in a dress or heels yet.
Stone couldn’t say he’d hate it, though. With her banging body and natural beauty, he bet she’d look smoking hot dressed up. She’d look even hotter when he bent her over, flipped that dress up and fucked her from behind.
Fuck yeah.
He pumped his fist faster.
It was time to stop fantasizing and time to start touching something other than his own dick. Licking, nipping, and biting was also on his to-do list. Maybe even leave behind a mark or two before he was through.
Fucking her in his bed would be a hell of a lot better than the quick fuck downstairs on the vanity in that cramped bathroom, despite having no complaints about it. Here, he could get comfortable and take his time appreciating her.
Instead of a midnight snack, he would enjoy a full-course meal.
For fuck’s sake, he needed to stop imagining it and start doing it.
With a single finger, he swept her hair over her bare shoulder, then softly pressed his lips where her neck and hairline met.
Her hair smelled damn good. Fruity. Nothing with a heavy scent.
For better access, he settled over her on his hands and knees, caging her in but careful to keep his weight off her. He wanted to avoid startling her awake and scaring the shit out of her.
Using the tip of his tongue, he drew a line down her neck, only stopping when he reached the neckline of one of the ribbed tank tops she liked to sleep in. Tonight’s was white and he was damn sure if he rolled her over, he’d be able to make out her pink nipples through the fabric.
He’d get to them soon enough.
Again, as long as she didn’t wake up swinging and clobber the shit out of him. If she told him to fuck off, he would. He wanted her to want this as much as he did.
If he gave her good dick tonight, she’d be more open to him giving it to her every night. On top of getting a piece of Taryn, his other goal was to stop sleeping on the fucking couch. His aching back hated him.
After lightly skimming his lips over her shoulders, he skipped everywhere still covered with clothes and concentrated on her luscious legs. He continued on his path, brushing his lips over the warm, smooth skin of her thighs, the back of her knees on his way down to her toes.
At mid-calf, she jerked awake, but didn’t move even an inch until he finished. She didn’t need to announce she was no longer sleeping. The goosebumps now decorating her flesh did that.
She cleared the sleep from her throat. “You’re not Wren.”
“Sure as fuck hope not,” he murmured against her warm skin. He was going to continue with his plan until she said otherwise.
“What are you doing in here?”
Damn, her husky whisper hit him right in the dick. “Remember the birds and the bees talk you mentioned the other day? I need to have it with you?”
