He inhales deeply, and my fingers itch to reach for him. But I don’t. My eyes slam shut as his hot, firm lips press down on my skin. He can probably hear my heartbeat racing in my chest. I drop my head back on the fridge as he peppers kisses along the expanse of my neck. Our bodies are inches apart, if that. His lips are the only part of him physically touching me, but I can feel him everywhere.

When his lips come up to my other ear, he nips the lobe before flicking his tongue over it soothingly. “I can hear your heart pound for me. Feel your pulse race beneath my lips.” The smile is evident in his raspy voice right before he sinks his teeth into the spot where my neck and shoulder meet.

The gasp that falls from my lips is wholly unintentional, as is the way my hips buck into him, showing me he’s as hard as I am. Once again, he flicks his tongue over the tender area to soothe it before trailing his lips along my jaw. Unable to hold back any longer, I turn my face, lips crashing against his and tongue thrusting into his mouth.

He tastes like nicotine and raw need. The way Stone kisses is always with so much purpose. His tongue glides along mine with precision. Our heads tilt and our mouths open wide, as if we can’t get close enough. If I could crawl inside his mouth, I would. The storm brewing between us is ever present and addictive. It’s needy, violent, and destructive, but like a junkie, I can’t fucking get enough.

By the time he rips his lips from mine, they’re swollen and glistening with our spit. The wild, carnal look blazing in his eyes sparks fire in my blood again. My head is dizzy and light, all the blood having been diverted below the belt.

Watching him and waiting for his next move, a shiver rolls through me. His lips tilt into a menacing grin and amusement glints in his eyes. “Turn around, Bambi. Hands on the counter.”