Page 82 of Take the Lead
“Stone.Yes.Yes.” She grabbed his shoulders and thrust her hips harder. “God. Yes. Don’t stop.”
He brought his mouth back to hers for a searing kiss. With his other hand, he cupped her breast, rubbing the nipple with his thumb the same way he worked her clit.
Early on, he’d worried about the roughness of his hands. She’d assured him she liked it, and he took her at her word.
The proof was in the way her pussy tightened on his dick. He thrust upward into her, meeting her every time she slammed her hips down. His knee throbbed, but the pain did nothing to detract from the feel of her silken heat.
“Come on, babe.” He sucked on her lower lip. “Come all over my cock.”
The dirty talk did the trick. Her knees clamped on his hips, her spine bowed, and with a sharp cry, she shuddered and shook in his arms.
With her moan echoing in his ears and her pussy clenching rhythmically around him, Stone lost hold of his control.
“Gina, can I—?”
“Yes.”
He slammed his hips into her, his thrusts short as the orgasm roared through him. He locked against her, holding her tight in his arms. With his face pressed into the curve of her shoulder, he emptied himself inside her.
Gina didn’t want to move. The room was pitch black and she was so relaxed she could barely feel her limbs. For the first time in weeks, her thoughts didn’t zip forward and backward. In this moment, lying half across Stone’s naked body in a pile of pillows on his king-sized bed, she knew utter peace.
She breathed in the scent of his sweat, as familiar to her as her own, and whatever Christmas tree–smelling soap he used, and closed her eyes to go back to sleep.
A second later, his alarm blared.
She buried her face in his hard chest and grumbled. “Way to ruin a moment.”
He swung out an arm and slapped the clock. It was a wonder the thing didn’t crash into a million pieces under the force of his hand. Then he rolled, pulling her closer and enfolding her in his arms.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Five. Go back to sleep.”
“Why does your alarm go off so early?”
“Gym. Hike. Whatever.” He kissed her forehead. “Sleep more.”
Once again, the feeling of peace descended. She melted against him and slept.
A few hours later, Stone woke her by nuzzling her breasts. They shared a shower—not easy with someone as big as Stone blocking the spray. Then he lifted her and pinned her against the tiles with his pelvis.
She gasped as he slid inside her. “Your knee.”
“I’m fine.” He gave her a quick, hard kiss, then fucked her senseless.
After helping her wash off again, he wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to the bed.
“Someone woke up on the right side of the bed this morning,” she said grumpily as she ran his comb through her wet hair. At least the guy had hair supplies.
“You’re just mad because you haven’t had your coffee yet.” He busied himself in the kitchenette, wearing nothing but a white hotel towel tied around his waist. “I’m making it for you now.”
She licked her lips as she watched him. If only they could stay curled up in bed, but they were expected at the studio, and it would be suspicious if they both showed up late together.
No, they couldn’t arrive together. A car came to pick him up every morning. It would look even more suspicious if he canceled it.
Hunting down her clothes, Gina made a face at the thought of putting them back on.
“What’s wrong?” Stone asked.
