There was a wet patch on the black boxers, and I knew it had come from me. All I had on under my shirt was a bra and a thong. The wetness between my thighs had leaked onto him and gave him indication of my arousal.

"I am really sorry. Really, really sorry." I panted out while jumping off Stone and the bed like they were both made of fire.

I heard the gruff voice call my name, but I ignored it and ran out the room through the hallway and into the kitchen.

Never in my life I had ever wanted to disappear more than right this moment.

My body was small, but I did not know if it was small enough to fit in the fridge. There was only one way to find out. I needed to cool down and be able to hide so it was a win-win situation.

I had one foot in the fridge when Stone walked into the kitchen.

He never said a word as he stormed towards me. His large steps were full of intent. He only had one thing on his mind and that was to capture me.

His hands found my hips and he bounced me upwards until I landed at eye level with my legs wrapped around him. His lips connected with mine once again while my hands went to his tattooed chest.

It felt like a firework had gone off in every single pleasure point in my body. My erogenous zones were pretty much calling out to him.

My ass landed on the kitchen counter as Stone pulled back to look at me. His eyes went even darker as I opened my legs wide and gave him a full view of my panties.

He let out a rough sounding noise before burying his face in my neck. His stubble tickled my jugular as he left soft kisses on the skin.

I tipped my head back and mewled his name.

"I know, baby." He rasped out, not leaving his position against my neck "Can I take your shirt off?"

I managed to nod my head.

"Ella."

"Yes." I breathily answered "Yes. Please."

The huge hands moved faster than lightning. He took a hold of my butt firmly and drew my body forward until I was on the edge of the counter. The marble dug into the back of my legs as he gripped the material and tugged.

I was too busy watching him that I forgot to lift my arms.

Stone could not get the shirt off my body normally, so he became frustrated. With a deep grumble, he ripped the t-shirt with one hand. He chucked the useless fabric away with a savage gnarl.

"Hey!" I scolded before asking "What am I going to wear to bed now?"

"You can wear my shirt." He growled.