Page 76 of Cold as Stone
He leans down, brushes our foreheads together. His hands cradle my face.
“You’re incredible.”
He kisses me, slow and deep and tender. Then he slides another condom on and presses against me.
The stretch makes me arch, makes me keen into his mouth. It’s so much, sofull, it blurs the line between pain and pleasure. He doesn’t slam into me, hesinks, inch by thick, deliberate inch, until he’s buried to the hilt, our bodies locked tight.
He stays there, letting me feel the heavy weight of him pulsing inside me, cock stretching me wide and filling every part of me. I feel it in my chest. My bones. My soul.
His hips roll into mine with a rhythm that feels designed to destroy me—long, dragging strokes that hit every sensitive nerve inside me. Every thrust is a grind,the thick head of his cock brushing my G-spot just right, the base dragging against my clit as he presses into me again and again.
The table creaks beneath us, the slick sound of him moving inside me filling the air along with our ragged moans and whispered curses.
He threads his fingers through mine, pinning our joined hands beside my head.
“Eyes on me,” he whispers, voice strained. “I want you right here with me.”
I look at him. And I seeit. Not just lust. Not just want.
Need.Raw, heart-wrecking, soul-deep need.
“I love you,” I gasp, the words slipping out on a wave of emotion I can’t stop or soften. “I love you.”
He freezes, cock buried deep, his eyes wide and stunned. My heart stutters in my chest.
Then he cups my face, kisses me like he’s starvingfor it, like the words unlocked something feral and fragile in him all at once.
“I love you too,” he whispers against my lips. “So fucking much it scares me.”
He starts to move again, harder, deeper, with purpose. But it’s not just fucking now. Every thrust is a claim. Every roll of his hips is a vow. His cock glides in and out of me, thick and hot and devastating, dragging slick from my cunt with every retreat, making my whole body tremble.
He presses a hand between us, fingers finding my clit. He rubs slow, tight circles as he moves inside me, and the pressure builds fast. It’s too much. Too perfect.
“I’m close,” I choke. “I’m—oh god, Lee?—”
“That’s it,” he pants. “Come for me. Come on my cock while I’m inside you.”
I break.
My orgasm slamsinto me—white-hot, blinding. I scream his name as I clamp around him, pussy pulsing wildly, squeezing him so tight he growls, hips stuttering.
He follows me over the edge with a roar, burying himself deep and spilling inside me in thick, hot pulses.
He collapses onto me, and we stay like that for a long time, wrapped around each other, breathing hard and trying to process what just happened.
“Holy shit,” I finally manage.
“Yeah,” he agrees, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “Holy shit.”
“I won,” I repeat, grinning.
“You won.” He kisses me again, soft and sweet.
“Best bet I ever made,” I agree.
He laughs. “I’ll drink to that.”
I close my eyes, savoring this moment. “Good thing Hawk’s not installing those cameras until tomorrow.”
