A Broken Forever(115)
"You want pizza? You gotta work for it."
I saw the glimmer of a challenge in his eyes. "Fine." I caved in, and grabbed a small bit of flour. After rubbing it between my hands over the pile already spread out, Stefan grabbed the fresh ball of dough and rolled it around.
With one hand on the dough, he extended the other arm to let me in. When I was standing directly in front of him brought his arm back to enclose me in his arms.
"Hold on one sec." He said, I didn't move. Frankly, I hardly let myself breathe. Every inhale was an intoxicating fill of everything Stefan. My body jumped as his hand closed around my ring finger. His soft laugh vibrated my body as goosebumps rose over every inch of my skin.
Carefully he slid the diamond ring from my finger and set it down next to the sink. "Calm down, Grey. You probably don't want to get this dirty. Not to mention, I don't want to crunch on a diamond later."
"Oh yeah." Was all I managed to get out.
Stefan's hands reached for the dough as his arms squeezed me tight. My hands did the same but my mind could care less what was happening with the pizza. Delicately we began to knead it together, our hands moved together the way they had every time before. His muscles tensed around me in a gentle massage and the focus I tried to keep was fading away. Stefan took charge of the dough, working it out. My hands gave up trying on my own, but cautiously I slid my hands over his, letting the movements he made guide me. He squeezed his arms tighter against my waist. A deep growl rumbled deep within his chest, making my body shiver and my knees shake.
He moved his face closer to my neck, and slowly guided his nose to the sensitive spot behind my ear. My neck fell back to his shoulder giving him an unguarded access to my skin. Tenderly his lips slid against my trembling skin, placing only a single kiss at the base of my throat.
My body ached for more but the last shred of restraint I had told me I needed to stop. His arms wrapped around my waist, sealing my back against his chest.
"We can't … " I muttered.
Stefan twisted me around to face him. The blazing fire in his eyes made my core quiver.
"We're friends … I'm engaged."
He pressed his body against mine, pinning me against the counter. His hooded eyes filled with the same desires that pooled in my center.
"Don't play dumb, Greyson Rose. We can never just be friends. Every single time I'm near you I want to pin you beneath me and feel your body shake with mine. Every touch we have reminds me of everything we had, and I want it back. I don't care that you're engaged. You were mine first, Greyson Rose."
His dough covered hands moved from my hips, under my shirt and locked around my bare waist. Stefan's hands were rough but gentle, calloused and smoothed and my fight to remain faithful floundered.
"Stefan … "
He brought his lips down to mine, but stopped before our mouths could touch.
"Whatever you want to say won't change the facts. You will always be mine, Greyson Rose. Now just … " He brushed our noses together, and backed away a few painful inches. "Just give in to me, baby. Stop fighting it."
That was it. My arms flew around his neck and my needy lips took the kiss he had deprived me of. His hand fanned out against my hip while the other moved to my ass, forcing our bodies together. Sensation took over thought and reason. His tongue moving with mine, his muscles flexing beneath my hands, and my body's merciless need to have him. Now.
Backing away I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. Wasting no time, he pulled it the rest of the way off and my eyes caressed the godly figure in front of me. Rock hard abs, those unbelievably delicious sex lines. I only stopped gazing because I had to taste him. My tongue traced the lines of his pecks and my lips kissed the skin over his heart. His chest deflated with a satisfied sigh as my nails traced lightly along the muscles of his stomach. My lips worked their way from his heart to the base of his throat, twirling patterns with my tongue. The taste of his skin was heavenly and I couldn't get enough.
"Fuck!" Stefan growled out and suddenly my thighs were in his hands, as I was lifted into his arms.
Our mouths met again as he carried us away. My fingers locked in his hair and the only thought on my mind was that this was my Stefan. When I finally tore my mouth from his body I realized he had walked us into his massive bathroom and didn't stop until we were in his marble shower. Without setting me down he turned the silver lever and from both ends of the shower hot water poured down on us.