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I grabbed his wrist, trying to step behind him to get the leverage to throw him, but he just grabbed me and swept me off my feet. I gasped as suddenly he had me up in the air, pinned against the door again.
For a long second, our eyes met. I could hear both our hearts hammering.
Then his lips descended on mine.
Stone kissed me hard, his lips claiming and brutal. He kissed me breathless, then set me down. He abruptly pulled away.
“What?” I demanded. “What are you thinking?”
He stared at me, then he took a step back. “You’re Brennan’s.”
His voice was harsh, but emotional. Tortured. The sound of it ignited the deepest need to comfort him.
“I’m my own,” I said, because it was too soon, too much, to say I was his.
But I could feel the pull of the bond between us powerfully.
I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, and he caught me. He didn’t even stumble under my weight. His hands wrapped my thighs, holding me against his body. His erection was rigid against my thigh, and I pressed myself harder against him, my breasts pushing against his hard pecs. I wanted all of Stone.
The two of us traded kisses as he carried me up the stairs and down the hall. His room was a blur around me, as much as I wanted to see the place where Stone slept, before he tossed me onto the bed.
Then he was climbing on top of me, the two of us trading quick, urgent kisses. His hands stroked down my sides, then up again caressing my bare skin, ruching up my shirt.
“Stone,” I gasped, wanting him to talk to me. The silence between us felt eerie when every touch felt charged and needful. I needed Stone inside me; I wanted every intimacy between us. I wanted to know what the hell was happening behind those dark, dangerous eyes.
But his mouth claimed mine, cutting off my question before I could form it. His tongue nudged my lips apart determinedly, and I let my lips part, taking him in. His thigh parted mine as easily as his mouth had opened mine, his leg pinning my thigh down. His hard muscular weight against mine made it hard to breathe, but most of all, it reminded me of other times I’d been pinned down. I pushed on his shoulders and he suddenly rolled over, wrapping his arm around my waist to bring me with him.
The next thing I knew, I was breathless, straddling him. He looked up at me with concern written across his face. “Are you all right?”
I didn’t know how he’d read my feelings. Maybe everyone could read my feelings, and I was just used to having no one care.
“Yes,” I murmured. “Better than all right.”
He hesitated, but I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His day’s stubble was rough across his jaw.
His eyes met mine. “Do you really want this, Amelia?”
“I really want this,” I promised, reaching for him. I squeezed him through his jeans, feeling how hard and enormous he felt.
He let out a groan and seemed to lose all self control then. He kissed me wildly, his hands gliding around my clothes, starting to pull them off. I pushed him away and I sat up to peel his shirt off his body, admiring his tanned skin, his broad shoulders. Tattoos criss-crossed his chest and his powerful arms, and I wanted to ask about every one of them. But Stone didn’t seem to be in a talkative mood.
He reached for my shirt again, and I pushed him away. “No,” I said. “I’m used to keeping my shirt on.”
It felt too vulnerable to let him see me. To see the mark. I wasn’t ready to reveal something I’d had to hide for the last five years.
He frowned at that, but didn’t argue. His eyes seemed to catalog that information as if he were building a complete case file on me and my past, but I didn’t want to be analyzed now. I wanted to be fucked.
I reached for his belt buckle and undid his belt. I couldn’t stand to see him undo it anyway, I realized, too late; the sight of a belt reminded me of all the times Nathan had swung shut out bedroom door and come toward me, his belt whispering out of his belt loops…
I must have shuddered, because Stone froze. “Amelia?”
I turned my gaze toward his, taking comfort from his icy blue eyes—no matter how cold he looked, he wasn’t Nathan. He looked, in fact, so much like Brennan that if I squeezed my eyes shut, I could pretend I was with Brennan again.
But that seemed like a betrayal.
Of Brennan? Of Stone? I wasn’t sure.
“Stone?” I asked, faux-lightly, as if I had no idea why I’d left the building—no, the planet--during such a charged moment. I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck and pulled his head to meet mine, and he sat up obligingly, his abs rippling between my thighs. I sat on his lap as his hands teased over my sides, his lips pressing mine over and over.
