Searching for Always(69)

“Oh, please,” she moaned into his mouth.

“You want to come?” he muttered darkly. “How bad?”

“Bad.” She dug her short nails into his back and tried to open her legs wider. “Crazy bad.”

“You can take more.” She let out a little scream as he pushed his fingers deep into her channel. God, the pressure was so good, and he twisted and hit that sweet spot, driving in so hard the climax shimmered before her in all its glory.

“Stone.”

“Ride my hand while you say my name again.”

Arilyn slipped into a primitive animal state she never knew existed in the world of sex. Her body demanded, and she rolled her hips over his hand swiping her clit with just enough pressure to clench every muscle in her body as she waited. Again and again she rode his hand while he whispered dirty commands in her ear, finally taking her mouth deep and hard and shoving her hard against the wall, lifting her up slightly to get even deeper.

“Stone!” she screamed as she came hard, shattering around him as waves of release gripped tight and threw her around. He never stopped the motions, forcing her to ride out the rest of her climax until pain and pleasure blurred into one, and she fell into another mini orgasm. After endless minutes, she slumped against him, her skin damp with sweat, limp and completely satisfied.

“God, you’re fucking magnificent,” he said, scooping her up and cradling her in his arms. He walked to the couch and sat down, cuddling her close. “I want to do that so many times you beg me to stop.”

She lay her wobbly head against his chest and breathed in his musky scent. What had just happened? She had never done anything close with her previous partners. Sure, she enjoyed sex and the beautiful rise and fall of pleasure, but this type of carnal delight was nothing she had ever experienced. It was sex stripped bare. Animalistic. Brutal pleasure.

She wanted more.

“Now can we go into the bedroom?” she murmured against him.

His muscles stiffened. “No, little one. I can’t take you tonight the way I want. You’re drunk.”

She lifted her head and glared. “Am not. Just a bit tipsy. When did you suddenly become a gentleman anyway?”

He laughed and pressed a hard kiss on her lips. “I haven’t. But I don’t want our first time to be blurred by alcohol. I intend for us both to be stone-cold sober when we start this affair.”

The word stole some of her happiness. That’s right. It might be great sex, but to Stone, that was all it ever would be. Could she handle it? Could she accept such amazing pleasure without an emotional connection? Was she strong enough to walk away at the end with her head held high and no regrets?

“Ah, you’re quiet. Let me tell you exactly what I want, Arilyn, so we both know where we stand. I want you in my bed. I want to give you multiple orgasms, excruciating pleasure, and sleep with you at night. I refuse to let you belong to anyone else during our time together and vice versa. We can keep the affair out of the public eye if you’d like, but I don’t give a crap either way. I’ll take you to dinner and the movies and we’ll date. And when we’re no longer content or happy with the arrangement, we swear to be honest with the other and walk away with no lies. That’s what I can offer.”

Arilyn studied the man before her. Yes, he was honest to a fault. He was also giving her the choice. She could walk away or accept his terms. The problem?

She wanted him. He’d stirred a hunger she never knew she owned, and Arilyn wouldn’t be satisfied until she followed the path to the end. She tried to live her life with some simple rules. One of them was not to make decisions based on regret. If she declined a choice, would she ever regret not trying? The answer helped guide her.

In this case, the answer was simple.

She would always regret not having Stone Petty in her bed.

“I agree.”

He arched his brow. “That was quick. No thinking about it? We’re very different, you know.”

“I know. But this isn’t for always. It’s only for the moment.”

His face tightened, then slowly smoothed out. “Yes. It is.”

“I’d like to date. But I don’t want Eli or Luther to get a hint we’re together. It could make classes more complicated,” she said.

“Agreed.”

“And don’t think I’ll go easy on you in class. I’ll treat you the same as always.”

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now, I better go. It’s late.” He kissed her thoroughly and stood. “Would you like to have dinner tomorrow night?”

She grinned at his formality. “Yes. But why don’t you come over here? I’ll cook.”