Page 90 of Take the Lead
It was the most she was willing to admit. Need—physical need—was something she was comfortable with. The rest of it? Feelings and shit? They got in the way, made things messy.
Gina broke the kiss, panting. “Damn. We haven’t showered yet.”
Stone gave her an incredulous look. “Who cares?”
She blinked. “Oh. I guess you’re right. Sorry, I don’t usually date dancers.”
“I’m not a dancer, remember? I’mindustry adjacent.” He dragged his tongue down her neck, pressed kisses over her chest until he reached her cleavage. “Anyway, sweat doesn’t bother me. I like you sweaty, clean, dressed, undressed…” He yanked off her shirt and bra. “I just like you.”
Emotion overwhelmed her. She shoved it back as he pulled down her leggings. Of course he’d say something like that when she was trying to lock her feelings away in a box where they couldn’t interfere.
“Never figured you for a romantic,” she said under her breath in an attempt to break the tension.
“I’m full of surprises.” He grabbed the back of his T-shirt and drew it over his head.
“Could barely get two words out of you in the beginning that weren’t a sigh or a complaint.”
“What I wanted to say wouldn’t have been appropriate.” He pressed her thighs apart and stroked her with his fingertips. “You’re already wet.”
“I know.” She dove into his lap and tugged at his shorts. “Off.”
Once they were both completely naked, he sat on the edge of the bed.
“How do you want to do it?” she asked.
“You’ll see.” His sexy smile made her skin tingle and her core clench with need. He patted his lap. “Have a seat.”
She went to straddle him, then noticed he faced her closet. The closet, whose sliding doors were floor to ceiling mirrors. “Oh. I do see.”
He nodded, and she positioned herself on his lap, facing their reflection in the mirror. He gripped her hips and guided her onto his cock. She hissed as he sank inside, stretching her in the delicious way she’d come to crave. His heat seared into her, lighting her up from within.
Their reflections watched them move. He wrapped an arm around her waist to take more of her weight and spread their legs wide. In the mirror, his thick rod could be seen disappearing inside her.
So. Fucking. Sexy.
He rocked his hips, the move sending shock waves through her body. Shivering, she bore down on him, increasing the pace. Their reflections matched their movements. His cock slid in and out of her, the image mesmerizing her. She told him with her body what she couldn’t put into words.
I want you. I need you. Don’t leave me.
Behind her, Stone groaned and pressed his face into the curve of her neck. Their eyes met in the mirror. Holding her gaze, his hand dipped down and pressed on her clit. She almost leaped off his lap as fire lanced through her veins.
“Yes. Touch me. Fuck me.Yes.”
“Gina.” His voice was a growl, the syllables yanked from somewhere deep within him. “You’re killing me.”
“Don’t stop.” A note of pleading infused her tone. Tingles shot through her. “Please, Stone. Don’t stop.”
“More?”
“God, yes. More.More.”
He gave it to her. Hard. Fast. He was consuming her from the inside out. His cock drove into her, relentless and demanding, radiating pleasure through her limbs. His arms supported her, pinning her to his lap and holding her up when she lost her strength. His hips pumped, nailing her like their lives depended on it. He surrounded her, invaded her, and she only wantedmore.
It would never be enough. She wantedforever.
Full, intense pressure in her pussy distracted her, and she surrendered to it. Pleasure mounted. Passion spiked. She dug her nails into his thighs, gritted her teeth, and gave him everything she had to give, calling out his name as she came.
Stone flipped her over onto the bed. She landed facedown, but didn’t move. In the aftermath, her feelings were raw and bare. She wanted him so much. But she couldn’t have him. Not for real, not forever. She had to be careful.
