Page 80 of Stone Temptation

Screw everything else.

Screw life beyond this bed.

Yearning spurred me closer, a craving for his lips hot and rising.

He’d kissed me out of the ice.

Kissed. Me.

It doesn’t mean anything…

It might…

Closer, closer, my knee gently bumping his.

His eyelids parted, revealing radiant pools of amber. “Luke?”

Overcome with this insane yearning, I rolled on top of him. He moved with me, the tips of our noses touching. I buried my hands under his pillow, the rest of me pressed against him, our clothes and the duvet safety nets.

For now.

“Shit.” He panted his words, breath washing my lips. “What?—”

“You kissed me,” I said.

“Yeah. I?—”

Inhibitions thrown to the wind, I pressed my lips to his. Held them there for a few moments before his hands moved up, cupping the back of my head.

That was my cue to keep going. I probed with my tongue. He answered with his, pushing into the kiss.

Lips smacking, tongues wrestling, the temperature soared. He groaned, I moaned, the kiss roughing up. Our teeth clashed, the energy turning rabid. Heat flushed my face, down my neck.

Stop this…

I nipped his bottom lip, losing myself in him.

He chuckled, nipping back.

God, I was so hard, fit to burst.

Fuck me, Asher.

His hardness bumped against mine, our cocks finding each other through the silk.

Oh my God. So big, so rock hard. So ready to drill me.

“Fu—” Before I got out the plea, I came to my senses in the blink of a second.

What the hell was I thinking? Especially with so much going on.

You idiot!

I broke the kiss.

“What’s wrong?” Asher asked, his lips still dangerously close. That cock still rubbing against mine.

An excuse came to the surface. “My breath.” Oh, God! It became a valid concern. “Does my breath stink?” In horror, I launched off him.