Memories of our last kiss resurfaced. I still felt his touch on my skin and his lips devouring my mouth. It would be the biggest lie in the world if I told myself that I did not want it to happen again and again and again.

I wanted it to happen an infinite number of times and that thought alone was terrifying.

I did not want to let him know that I was replaying the scene of us on the beach so I sarcastically utter "I am not that desperate to know your name."

Before I could even think to praise myself for covering up how mystified I was by him, he was in front of me.

I unconsciously moved nearer because being close to him was not close enough. We were in a stance that from an outsider’s point of view might look like a face-off. I knew better. I knew he was waiting.

Like a predatory animal, he waited before attacking.

His hands pounced on my waist before he placed me down on the bed, climbing on top of me.

I was suddenly aware of his lack of clothes and my exposed stomach from the rising tank top.

He moved until he lingered at the side of my face, the hot air for his mouth tickled my neck "Guess my name."

I met his eye, wondering how I was supposed to guess when I could not even think straight.

"James?" I guessed.

He did not look like a James, but I could hardly come up with an educated guess when my mind was preoccupied with other thoughts.

Stone's head moved up ever so slightly so that his words ran along my ear "Try again."

I tried to come up with something better, but I suddenly forgot all names in existence when he took my earlobe softly between his teeth.

I tried to guess again "Tom?"

Moving slowly, his lips became adjacent to mine. His eyes had darkened as he let his mouth trail to the side of mine "I am starting to think that you want to kiss me."

My answer was my racing heartbeat. It was also my fingers twitching to destroy the gap between us.

My attempts were getting worse as I asked "David?"

The man on top of me growled.

I closed my eyes at the nearness, and I gently laughed "What are you growling at?"

"I do not like other names that are not mine leaving your mouth."

Sitting up slightly, I grazed his ear with my lip "Then tell me your name."

He shook his head, determinedly "I am getting that kiss, Medusa."

My laugh was near his jaw as I felt his stubble rub against my lip "Someone told me that a kiss from Medusa turns one to statue."

His head tilted downwards, and his lip brushed my nose when he spoke gravelly "It is a good thing I am already Stone."