I sit up while he does the same, and my lips crash against his in a bruising kiss. Our teeth nip at each other, tongues lashing out together. One of my hands ropes around the back of his neck, grabbing the short strands of hair at his nape, while my other reaches between us, dipping into his sweats and wrapping my palm around his thick, hot length.

He gasps into my mouth, and I swallow the sound as my hand firmly strokes him. He’s throbbing and dripping, and I want all of him. I need all of him. His fingers come up and tweak both of my nipples between his thumb and index, and it’s my turn to groan into his mouth.

I rip my lips from his and make my way down to his neck, nipping and sucking, not caring at all that it’s going to leave a mark. We can’t seem to get close enough to satisfy me. I need more.

Bringing my mouth up to his ear, I nip at the skin there as I tighten my grip on his cock. “Fuck me, please,” I whisper into his ear, not forgetting how wild “please” makes him when it’s coming from me. He growls, turning his face to meet mine, devouring my lips. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, and the taste of the brazen hunger trickling off him in waves is potent.

Thunder roars seconds before lightning spider webs across the sky. The rain patters on my open window, and just like the night sky, my body is yearning for the relief only the storm between us can bring.

I’m done fighting. I’m done denying myself what my body aches for. I need Stone like thunder needs lightning.

Scooting back, I lay my head on the pillow as he comes up beside me. His dark, lust-filled eyes take me in as I watch him, our faces mere inches apart. My head is fuzzy, my hands are shaky, and my stomach flutters under his gaze. We’ve been intimate before, but this feels different. It feels more. Like there’s no going back once we cross this line. A line we’ve crossed many times in the past… but so much has changed. We’ve grown, yet we still made our way back to each other.

He cups my face, thumb softly rubbing my cheek as he looks into my eyes. His gaze has me entranced, and I don’t think I could look away even if I wanted to. The hand on my cheek trails down my body to my hip, where he holds it before placing a kiss on my forehead. When Stone speaks, his voice is cracked, like getting the words out is emotionally challenging for him, and I’m not at all prepared for what he says.