It’s been two weeks.

I’ve been here for two weeks.

I can hardly believe it. Each day seems to get better. Stone is funny, sweet, and definitely sexy. He’s also caring. Last night, I fell asleep on the sofa watching a movie and he carried me to bed. His bed. He insists I sleep with him each night and, to be honest, I enjoy it so much that I don’t argue.

The downside of that is waking up like this. I’m lying on top of Stone, my breasts pushed against his chest, and my nipples are so tight it’s painful. I’ve moved so I’ve got my legs on each side of him and his hard cock is pressed against me—in just the right spot. Stone might be sleeping but parts of him are very much awake.

He’s getting impatient, I know it. I can feel it—especially right now. I don’t really blame him. In his mind we’ve been talking for a long time. I’ve been putting him off and he’s been incredibly understanding, all things considered. But the truth is, I want Stone. I’m even coming to truly care for him. If we had met the normal way, and seeing each other every night for two weeks, would I hesitate when it came to sleeping with him?

I always have in the past, but men in my life were like my stepfather, not Stone. Stone is different. Can I let myself go with him? Can I trust him? I’m not sure I’ll ever know one hundred percent unless I just take the leap.

I reach down between our bodies, pressing my hand against his heated cock. He’s so big that my fingers have to stretch to make it around him. He jerks in my hand. I tentatively stroke him once. I’m nervous, but drowning that out is excitement… and need.

He doesn’t wake and I’m not sure what to do next. I almost give up. I carefully get off of him and slide from the bed. Indecisiveness runs through me. I look at the door. I could leave—he’d never know—and give myself time to think things over.

“Are you going to decide soon, Carly?” Stone asks and I jerk back around to look at him, my eyes wide.

“You’re awake.” I breathe out the words, shocked.

“Baby, you got your hand wrapped around my cock, I’m sure as fuck not going to sleep.”

His coarse words deliver an all-over body shudder and I’m pretty sure, from his lazy smile, that he can see it run through me.

“I…”

“You’re chickening out,” he says, moving his hands behind his head and staring up at me. He moves his legs to kick the blanket away from him. His cock bobs in the air. He’s so big, I’m almost afraid of him.

“You’re… big…”

“It will fit, baby. Trust me.” He laughs and stretches. His hand comes down and stretches his cock. My breath catches in my chest. I watch as the head becomes slick with his desire. I bite my lip to keep from moaning. It runs down the shaft, seeming to slide in slow motion.

“How big are you?” That’s what I’m thinking. Too late I realize I asked the question out loud.

“A little over ten inches,” he says like it’s nothing.

“You measured your dick?” I ask, surprised. I might have asked the question, but I didn’t mean to. I sure wouldn’t have thought he would know the answer.

“It’s been measured,” he says and now he seems uncomfortable. When I think over his words, I feel jealousy. I decide I definitely don’t want to know about that.

“I think I’ll go into the—”

“No.”

“No?”

“It’s time, Carly.”

“It is?”

“You’ve hiked the Grand Canyon. That’s not the sign of a woman who backs down from a challenge.”

I’ve hiked the Grand Canyon? I’ve never even seen the Grand Canyon!

Tally! What have you done?

“It’s not?”

“Definitely not. Give in, Carly. You want me and, sweetheart, I definitely want you. Let me show you just how good we can be together,” he says, challenging me.

I can’t deny anything he says. My gaze drops back down to his cock and I watch as he strokes himself again. When I look back at Stone, I see disappointment on his face. He thinks I’m going to back out. That might be the smart thing to do.

I sigh out loud.

Then I turn to fully face him and pull my tank shirt up over my head. I can’t stop my hand from hiding my breasts, though. It’s reflex, complete reflex.

“I hope I don’t regret this,” I whisper, more to myself than to him.

“I’ll make sure you don’t, Carly. I promise.”

His pledge is still ringing between us when I push my pajama bottoms down and step out of them, leaving me in nothing but my panties.