Page 17 of Going Down Hard
She parted for him instantly, her tongue tangling with his as though they’d kissed a million times before and knew exactly how to get what they wanted, what they needed. Tightening his arms, he snapped her closer, her breasts pressing into his chest, the tips hardening, digging in, as their kiss went deeper.
Heat flashed through him, consumed all caution in a blaze so scorching, he thought he might burst into flames. His pants really did feel as though they were on fire now. She pushed to her toes when he cupped her ass. Their bodies lined up in all the best places and Stone struggled to remember why he’d kept his hands off this woman. Why he couldn’t take her here and now.
She broke her mouth away from his. Panted through her parted lips as she stared at him with dilated eyes and flushed cheeks. “Bloody hell. We need to leave. Now.”
“Agreed.”
He spun her around and put his hands on her hips, steering her off the dance floor and towards the exit.
They were almost to the door when she jerked to a stop and stepped back into him.
“What?” he asked, trying to see past her to what had brought a halt to their progress.
“I…” Her gaze searched the people around them. She shook her head. “Nothing. Sorry. Let’s get out of here.”
“Soph?”
“No. It’s fine. C’mon.”
Stone let her lead them outside and to his SUV. He unlocked her door and helped her in. “Soph.”
She turned his way and smiled. “Don’t you dare back down now.”
“I wasn’t going to.” He leaned into her. “But you need to be sure.”
“I’m sure.”
“I won’t stop once I start.”
“And yet here you are, stopping.” She smiled and dragged a fingertip down his chest, hooked it in the top of his pants and yanked. “Take me back to our room, Stone.”
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“Soph.”
Her name left Stone’s lips like a prayer and she shivered, her eyes rolling back in her head. The man knew how to kiss, but his hands…god, his hands.
They swept up her sides, his thumbs grazing the bottom swells of her breasts, and she arched, wanting him to move higher. Wanting him to touch her without her clothes between them.
“Soph…” He murmured her name once more, against the curve of her jaw. “You taste so sweet here. I need to find out if you taste the same all over.”
She hummed in approval. If he wanted to move that talented mouth all over her body, she wasn’t going to stop him. In fact… She tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged downwards, urging him lower, until he took the hint and trailed his lips down her throat and across her chest.
“We need to get rid of these clothes.” He pulled at the collar of her shirt, dragging it out of his way. “I want to see all of you.”
“Yes.” Her eyelids fluttered open and her gaze met his heated stare, that tremor she was growing accustomed to vibrated through her.
“Every single inch of you, Soph.”
“Hmm…” He’d drugged her with his kisses. Made her dizzy with his caresses.
He smiled. “So this is where you agree to do everything I say.”
She bit her lip and nodded.
His smile grew bigger. “Well then,” he shoved her shirt up her torso, “let’s get naked.”
He pushed her top higher and she raised her arms to help him. Clear of the first barrier between them, she reached for his shirt. “You too.”
