As soon as Stone opens the door, he kisses me, and I’m immediately weak. I want to fall into him, but I don’t because the second you let a man know how much you want him, you’re at a disadvantage. I don’t want to get hurt.

He ushers me in, his lips barely parting from mine as he closes the door. “I missed you,” he says.

As much as that sentiment makes my heart race, I keep a straight face. “It’s been a day.”

“And?” He scoffs. “Wow, you know how to make a guy feel good.”

I grab his shirt and yank him to me as I lift onto my tiptoes to kiss his neck. I pause. I hesitate. I swallow around the lump in my throat. “I missed you, too,” I whisper. “I just suck at this.”

He presses a kiss to my forehead and smiles. “Nah, you’re just awkward as shit.” He laughs and turns to walk off. I swat at him as I follow him through his foyer to his living room.

“So, Rush…”

“Oh god.” He flops down on his couch and drags a hand down his face. “He’s an idiot.”

“Well, yes. We’ve known this, but what exactly happened? I just need to hear this story one more time.”

“Him and Jag built a ramp and were trying to have Motor Cross in his backyard. I may or may not have insinuated that he was a pussy and not catching air,” he cuts his eyes up at me and his smile deepens, that dimple on his left cheek popping. “So, of course he went balls to the wall and flew off the ramp.” He smacks his hands together. “Right into a tree. Broke his fucking arm, which has set the tour back.”

So now we have a little more time to pretend this might just work. I fight that thought away and shake my head. “Yeah, yeah, I got that, but…” I dig my phone from my pocket, pull up the web, and the picture of Rush sprawled out on a gurney with a huge red circle showcasing an erection. I hold the phone out and point at the circle. “This. Why does he have a boner?”

“Did you just say boner?” He laughs.

“Yes.”

“Say it again.”

“What? No.”

“Come on.” He squeezes my thigh and leans in close to me. “Say it.” He nips at my lip. “Please, babe.”

“Oh my god, boner…”

His grip on my leg tightens. “Why does that sound so dirty coming out of your mouth?”

“I have no idea…”

Stone scoots close to me, wrapping his arms around me before kissing up and down my neck so softly a shiver works down my spine.

“Why is everything about you so…” his fingers grip my jaw as his words are lost on a groan. He tilts my head back, skimming his nose along the side of my throat, and when his lips reach my mouth, he kisses me so hard yet so reverently. I lose a piece of myself in that kiss. All I want is him. I just want him, so I grab at his clothes, tearing his shirt over his head and running my hands along his chest. He rips my shirt off, his hands grabbing, groping.

“God, I want you,” he whispers before leaning down and slipping my nipple inside his warm mouth. I scratch my fingers through his hair, and although I want to tell him to take me, I don’t. I’m too afraid of what it will do to me, and I don’t want to be just another girl, another victim of the heartache I know this man must cause. His hands dance along the waist of my jeans and that need for him to touch me builds like a slow fire.

I kiss him hard, angry, and shove him back on the couch, grabbing his jeans and popping the fly as I drop to my knees on the floor in front of him. I work his jeans down just enough, swallowing when I see the bulge under his boxer briefs. Slowly, I trace my fingers over him, the heat searing through my fingertips. I yank his boxers down and without pause, I grab his cock and bring the tip to my lips. My heart is in my throat when I lick over the tip. I watch his face, relishing in the way his eyes slam shut when I pull him deep into my mouth, circling my tongue around the head.

“Fuck…” he groans, and I can’t help but smile around him. There is no greater turn on than having a man like Stone Steele at your mercy. His fingers lace in my hair, pulling, tugging fisting. With each slow movement I make over him, each simple twist of my hand, he squirms. He gnaws at his lip whispering the word fuck over and over. And with each movement, each touch, my body threatens to go up in flames. Without warning, his hold on my hair tightens. He tosses his head back on a deep guttural groan and comes so hard, so fast. My heart pounds in my chest as I swallow it back. He sits there panting for a second before he grabs me and drags me onto the couch, tearing my jeans down my legs and spreading my thighs apart. He sinks to the floor between my legs, staring up at me as he slowly inches toward me and blows a single breath across my exposed skin.

“Shit,” I whisper.

A slight smirk dances over his mouth before he places the tip of his tongue on my pussy, dragging it up and down before he sucks my clit into his mouth. “Damn, woman.” His fingers grip my thighs. His eyes close and he fucks me with his mouth like a man starved. Every nerve in my body is on fire, tingling, screaming. My hands are in his hair, my hips grinding over his face shamelessly. My entire body jerks when that euphoric heat bleeds throughout me, sending me hurdling into a weightless oblivion. Stone kisses along the inside of my thigh. “I’ve never wanted the things I want with you with anyone else,” he whispers, and I swallow.

What do I say to that? I feel the same way, but what do I say to that? I can’t make myself that vulnerable with him, so I just run my fingers through his messy hair before I pull my jeans back up. “Let’s go to bed,” I say.

He laughs as he pushes to his feet. “You are so fucking weird.” He offers me his hand. “But I like it.”

He pulls me up and I kiss him, and god, the taste of me on him is... “You better,” I whisper.

I know I’m fucked, but at least, for tonight, I can pretend I’m not.