Page 84 of Sterling Stone

“I didn’t get to see you last night. Didn’t take my time with you,” I admit, as what happened only last night was rather unexpected. But because I’ve been a patient man, having not been with anyone in years, I want to savor this moment. I can be patient a little longer.

“I want to take my time with you tonight,” I admit.

Taxi’s eyes lock with mine and her throat subtly rolls. “Okay.” Her voice quivers.

When I pull the front flap of her bibs down to her waist, a form-fitting shirt hugs her curves underneath. From the sharpness of her nipples, I can tell she isn’t wearing a bra, but it’s the color of the shirt that holds my focus a second.

“I think you kind of like beige, too,” I tease, running my hand right down the middle of her body, between the valley of her breasts and over her belly.

“This color is actually called nude.”

“Hmm. A color I definitely want to see on you.”

She chuckles, jostling her body and giving me a wide grin.

But I’m serious. “I almost don’t know where to start. I want you everywhere.” I feel like a horny teen on the verge of exploding, and yet, I want to take it slow with her. Discover every dip and curve. Every swell and valley.

With that thought, I cover her breast and squeeze, and Taxi’s eyes flutter closed.

“Feels like a good place to start,” she whispers.

I knead the firm swell, covered completely by my hand, then pinch her nipple. Her mouth falls open and her back arches, forcing her deeper into my palm. Leaning forward, I blow on the other nipple, then open my mouth and nip her over the thin layer of her shirt.

“Stone,” she moans.

“Let me take care of you.” I circle my nose around her nipple, teasing the pert nub with the tip. I lower my hand to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. Once she lies back again, my eyes drink her in. My personal mural of bronzed sunshine and deep browns. I’m not as colorful with language as Taxi. Not as appreciative of art, but I’m a converted man in this moment.

“Stunning,” I whisper before diving in again, taking one pert breast into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her nipple before sucking at the full swell only to pull off her with a pop.

Her fingers dig into my hair, scratching over the back of my head and then trailing to the front again. Goosebumps ripple over my skin.

I move onto her other breast, cupping it in the palm of my hand, feeling the weight before diving in to give it a teasing flick with the tip of my tongue.

While I’m still in the midst of enjoying her breasts, Taxi gently presses my shoulder.

“Let’s see what the color nude looks like on you,” she purrs.

I roll to my back, and Taxi straddles me, letting her bib overalls fall to her waist, baring her upper half to me.

Slowly, she tugs the snaps of my shirt. I changed out of my uniform while dinner was in the oven and slipped into my favorite worn jeans and the same snap button shirt Taxi often teases me about.

With each snick of a snap being opened, my heart seems to skip a beat. I’m so hard. And with her in my lap, the worn denim on me does nothing to disguise what she’s doing to me. My hands come to her hips, plucking free the additional buttons along the waist of her bib overalls.

She rolls over the hard length in my pants and shoves the two sides of my shirt wide apart. Her delicate hands start at my belly and coast up my chest, fingertips sliding through the thatch of hair.

“Been wanting to run my hands here,” she admits, speaking directly to my pecs. Her brows pinch like she’s almost puzzled by the admission. As if she isn’t certain why she likes it, but she does.

For me, I close my eyes, letting her explore. Letting her run her hands over my pecs and around my shoulders, then skip back to my chest and slide down my abs. My belly flinches as she draws around my belly button.

“Ticklish?” she teases.

I don’t answer. I don’t have one. It’s been so long since someone’s touched me, I don’t know if I’m ticklish or not. But I’m sensitive to her touch. To her long fingers and warm palms running over my heated skin.

“Let’s get this off of you,” she says, and I jackknife upright, jostling her in my lap and catching her with my hand on her ass to keep her close. She presses at the fabric covering my shoulders, then slows, taking her time to carefully remove the right sleeve over my forearm.

Her brows pinch again at the sight of the bandage.

“Taxi,” I whisper, drawing her attention back to my face. I cup the back of her head and pull her to me for a mouth-watering kiss. Teasing her tongue with mine. Invading the warmth of her mouth. Melting under the heat of us like this.