Free Stone Destiny (Stone Passion #3) by A.C. Warneke Page A

delicious feeling of touching Armand.
    Suddenly, he grabbed her around her back and beneath her knees, swooping her up into his arms and against the blistering heat of his chest. Holding her gaze, he moved slightly before depositing her on the covered chaise, following her down until he covered her with his body. “This is a very bad idea.”
    Brushing the hair out of his eyes, letting her fingers linger at his temple, she smiled unsteadily, “It’s the very best idea.”
    With a groan of surrender, he kissed her, letting his hand move over her body to stroke her curves, her flat stomach. His hand moved between her thighs and she startled at the contact. Laughing softly, he smiled against her lips, “Relax. If we’re going to do this we’re going to do it right.”
    Her smile widened at his words . They were so Armand, embracing the inevitable and making it his own. He was so domineering and she adored that part of him, she adored all of him. And when he lightly traced the swollen folds of her sex she just wanted him to hurry up and enter her. He chuckled, moving his fingers in a slow, sensuous rhythm against her clit, teasing her with the lightest of touches, “You’re so impatient, my sweet.”
    “I’ve been waiting for this for five years,” she growled, sliding her hands down his flanks and grabbing his hips. Pulling his lower body against hers, she strained against him, “Hurry, please.”
    “Uh uh uh,” he crooned, driving her mad with that barely there touch. He looked like a warrior after battle, with war paint smudged across the sharp lines of his jaw, the flawless length of his nose, the curve of his cheek. Passion poured off of him in waves, deep and powerful and so all-consuming she wondered how he managed to keep it behind a mask for so long.
    Of course, she always knew he was simmering with passion.
    Reaching up, she softly touched his lips, smiling when he kissed her fingertips. Sliding her hand upwards, she cupped the back of his head and pulled him down to resume kissing. She loved his kisses. His fingers continued to torment her until her hips were slowly undulating to the rhythm he set. A moan rippled from the back of her throat and heat flooded her face in embarrassment.
    Until his cock twitched against her belly and she discovered that he enjoyed making her lose control, making her tremble and moan. Her body was weeping for his possession but he refused to speed things up, taking his time as if they had all of the time in the world instead of only until the sun came up. It didn’t matter if they only had a few hours until then. They had forever after.
    He thrust a finger into her body, the sensation unlike anything she had experienced before and she craved more. As if reading her mind, he eased a second and then a third finger into her, stretching her pleasurably as he mimicked the movements of what was to come. He stretched her further, preparing her for the final penetration.
    “I’m ready,” she growled against his lips, her voice low and throaty as she urged him on.
    “Not yet,” he denied, lunging his tongue into her mouth as he rubbed his erection against her thigh, the sweltering length blistering her skin. He trailed a line of kisses along her jaw, capturing the lobe of her ear between his teeth before gently biting down and rasping, “I want you to come for me.”
    Startled, she jerked her head back and looked up into the blazing green eyes of the man she loved. A slow, heated smile curved his lips as he encouraged her with smoldering eyes. “Come, Ferris.”
    She stared at him as he deftly played her body, as he used those musician’s fingers of his and made her skin hum. Unwillingly, her eye lids lowered and she was straining towards the abyss. Warm lips embraced her nipple and she cried out, in astonishment, in rapture. H er fingernails dug into his shoulders, breaking skin as an orgasm hit her and she came, her body shaking in ecstasy.
    Before the tremors settled, the