Stone Lover (6 page)

    “I still think the red head would be the one to fuck,” Vanessa chimed in, turning away from her fawning minions to join the conversation. “Couldn’t you just imagine twisting your hands in all of that hair? Rubbing it all over your body or tying him up with it? Hmmm, it’d be delicious.”

    Vanessa closed her eyes and made a hum of arousal, “Did you get his number?”

    Melanie laughed at her two friends holding her infatuation on Vaughn close to her heart while listening to the many and varied ways Vanessa and Frankie would violate Rhys and Armand. Her stomach ached from laughing so hard as the girls went on and on; she almost felt sorry for the men. Almost, but not quite.

    At some point another Explosive Orgasm was placed in front of her and the conversation moved on to other topics, with much laughter and groans. She did the shot and then she had a glass of champagne, the bubbly drink tickling her nose and warming her insides as they continued to laugh.

     Since it was New Year’s Eve, Melanie took a moment to reflect on her life and she found that she loved her life, she loved her family. Her parents were still happily married, even after nearly thirty years and three kids, and one grandchild; her older brother Jenson was starting to take over more of the family business and he genuinely loved what he did; her sister Jenna was her best friend, her confidant and she was doing an awesome job raising her daughter, Melanie’s niece.

    The thought of precocious little Ferris made Melanie smile; they were kindred, sharing a colorful view of the world of the seen and unseen. They often pretended to be dragon slayers on a magic quest to find lost treasure or fairies plotting mischief on the humans around them or mermaids with jeweled tails and seashell tops.

    She loved being able to work at the family store, being able to decide what hours she wanted to work; not having to worry about finances. Her family’s business – Frozen Earth Gourmet Chocolates and Candies – was an international presence, and though Melanie knew they were well enough off, she wasn’t too sure what the actual worth of the business was. It didn’t concern her; Jenna was the one who dealt with the numbers. All that mattered was that she was able to afford her adorable, little apartment and a comfortable life style.

    And she enjoyed going out with her friends on the occasional Friday night.

    Music was blaring and the air was electric with all of the excitement and the three girls made their way to the dance floor to burn off some energy and alcohol. Barely able to hear her own thoughts over the loud music, Melanie abandoned herself to the noise, becoming a part of the seething crowd of humanity writhing on the dance floor.

    The time before midnight was dwindling to less than ten minutes, surprising Melanie with how quickly the night was passing and how much fun she was having. The only thing that would have made it better would have been if Jenna had been able to make it. Well, make that two things; having one more dance with Vaughn, sharing a midnight kiss with him, would have made the night perfect.

    More than a little buzzed and needing a few minutes to catch her breath before the final countdown, she grabbed Vanessa’s arm, catching her attention between men and dances, “Ness, I’ve got to find the bathroom.”

    With glassy eyes, Vanessa’s smile was a rather tipsy, “Be sure you’re back in time for the countdown! I want someone to kiss.”

    Frankie wrapped an arm around Vanessa’s waist and grinned drunkenly, “I’ll kiss ya, sweetheart.”

    Melanie chuckled as she pushed her way through the crush, the music and voices all blurring together until nothing was distinguishable. She made her way to the unisex bathroom at the back of the bar and when she faced the mirror over the sink she winced. Her hair had long ago fallen from the elaborate style it was in, her minimal make up was even more minimal, her skin was shiny and flushed, and she looked exhausted but happy. And a little tipsy.

    Her hair was going to have to be tied back in a ponytail. She pulled the pins out and ran her fingers through the long locks, trying to get as many of the tangles out as possible.

    Turning on the faucet, she splashed some water on her face, figuring she could cool off her over-heated skin and then put on some fresh lip gloss. Looking in the mirror again, she saw that a few strands of her hair were stuck to her face and she looked like she just tumbled out of bed. Shaking her head, she began to dig in her purse to find the pale lip gloss, hoping it would help.

     At this point, it didn’t really matter; it was almost midnight and there was no one worth kissing.

    “Damn,” she mumbled, as the lip gloss slipped out of her hand when she pulled it from her purse. Bending down, she curled her fingers around the small tube, rolling her eyes at her clumsiness; if she could blame it on the alcohol she would have but she wasn’t that drunk; just pleasantly buzzed.

    As she stood, she came to the not uncomfortable realization that she was no longer alone, that somehow somebody entered without her even knowing it. Slowly, she rose to her feet, her heart racing in her chest and her body starting to hum. Without seeing, she knew it was him. Vaughn came back for her.

    The air in the room sizzled, alive with energy, making the hair on her arms stand on end, making her thighs shake and moisture gather between them. Standing upright, she met his eyes in the mirror; he was even more devastating up close than from across the room. Her body began to tremble, but not out of fear. She knew that she should be afraid; after all, he was a stranger and he was staring at her with such ravenous desire. But she wasn’t scared; she was drunk with rapture that he was there.

    “Do you feel it?” he asked, his voice even more heady and luxurious than she remembered; the richest, darkest chocolate. His golden gaze continued to hold hers as he moved closer, until the heat from his chest caressed the length of her back. “The compelling, intoxicating allure between us; do you feel it?”

    She tried to swallow but her mouth was obscenely dry; she mutely nodded. Her skin was tingling with the allure; her breasts were already swelling, her nipples tightening from it. And she couldn’t look away from him.

    His gaze became introspective, almost contemplative; a look of wonder passed over his handsome features. She was drowning in a sea of gold as his gaze roamed over her face, touching each area in a visual caress, lingering on her mouth. “I’ve never felt anything like it before. Even though I know that it’s wrong, that it’s impossible, I am drawn to you and I don’t care about the consequences. I had to see you; I had to have you.”

    “I feel the same way,” she said, her words barely audible over the pounding of her heart, the sound of her breath. He stepped even closer, until his chest was pressed to her body and she could feel every ridge of his stone stomach against her back, the thick evidence of his erection against her lower spine.

    How could she desire a stranger so much? It didn’t seem possible, yet here she was in this place with this man and she knew that she wasn’t going to leave until he fucked her. He inhaled sharply, sliding his hand around her waist, splaying his fingers over her abdomen and pulling her into his body. Holding her gaze in the mirror, his voice low and seductive, he bent his head and whispered in her ear, “Do you want this?”

    Running her tongue over her lower lip, she managed to nod again. His eyes darkened almost to the color of his hair, the black pupils swallowing most of the gold. His nostrils flared as he took a breath, “You smell like sin and salvation.”

    She smiled slightly at that even as her belly vibrated and the folds of her sex swelled, as moisture soaked her panties and the smell of her feminine fragrance merged with the darker tones of his musk. Her lips parted and she was already breathing heavily, unable to get enough oxygen as all of her blood rushed to her breasts, her sex.

    Slowly, torturing her with his unhurried pace, he slid each of her blouse buttons free from its respective hole. As her shirt fell open, he gently pulled it from her arms until she stood before him in her pale pink demi-bra. Her nipples hardened even more and she caught her lip, wondering what he thought of her full breasts.

    “Beautiful,” he crooned. Dragging his fingers lightly up her spine he unhooked the clasp of her bra, letting the lacy material fall forward. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest to prevent it from falling; to prevent him from seeing her naked torso.

    Tenderly, he grabbed her wrists and untangled her arms, letting them dangle uselessly at her sides. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took but she allowed him to slide the bra the rest of the way off her body. His eyes devoured the image of her naked flesh and she felt… desirable. Desired. Softly, reverently, he repeated, “Beautiful.”

    Her breasts pulsed with blood and she was dying for him to touch her, to sooth the ache of sensitized flesh. Instead of cupping her heavy breasts, he slid his hands around her waist and to the back of her skirt. She heard the zip of her zipper being lowered, felt the skirt as it fell to the ground and pooled at her feet. He smiled at her silk stockings, the pale pink garter belt and matching thong; he was devastating. He was thrilling.

    His hands went to her waist, pulling her back into the heat of his body. One hand slid lower, past the elastic waist band of her panties and between the folds of her sex. Heat rose in her cheeks, knowing that he would find that she was already drenched. She fought the urge to cross her arms in front of her breasts once more, watching him instead as he moved an elegant finger deeper into her body.

    His finger barely grazed her swollen flesh before it was gone and he was bringing his arm across her body. She was momentarily confused until he wrapped his sensuous lips around his finger tip and closed his eyes in ecstasy, tasting her. A low growl marked his pleasure, making her groan; making her hotter and wetter. Instead of embarrassment, she felt empowered.

    “Touch me,” she whispered and watched as he opened his eyes, which were almost black with desire. A slight smile curved his lips once more as he finally – finally – cupped her breasts in his hands. The sight of his golden hands against her paler flesh was very erotic, his long, beautiful fingers curving over her swollen breasts. His thumbs slowly moved over her turgid nipples and waves of pleasure shot straight to her womb. She clenched her thighs together to ease the growing ache between her legs.

    He growled and suddenly she was spinning around and he was bending his head. Within a heartbeat his mouth was latched onto her nipple and he drew it deep into the moist depths, forming her flesh to his soft palate. Her breath hitched and she cried out as the intense sensation of teeth and tongue playing with the firm flesh made her stomach convulse. Her hands flew to his shoulders as her knees disappeared and her legs gave out. Muscles shifted beneath her fingers and she had to see him, had to feel him.

    As he continued to tease her nipples, her breasts, she reached down and tugged at his shirt, pulling the tail from his pants. She was only able to lift it a few inches before her hands found silken flesh and she flattened her palms against his stomach. He was so warm, so alive. Her hands moved upwards, over the hills and vales of his sculpted abs, the sinewy ridges of his ribs; she clutched his rock-solid waist as his mouth moved to the other nipple.

    Her fingers curled into his flesh as he lightly bit down. She cried out once more as a jolt of pain danced with an arc of pleasure. She felt him smile against her skin before his tongue darted out and soothed the stinging nipple. With one hand, he grabbed the hem of his shirt, breaking contact with her just long enough to yank it over his head and tossing it down. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he lifted her up, his solid chest burning the mounds of her breasts that were flattened between them.

    He took a step forwards so that her butt was resting on the edge of the cool counter, his skin never leaving hers. He moved his mouth along her throat, tracing the fluttering pulse with his tongue. His lips were firm, tender, as they teased the lobe of her ear. Using one hand, he reached between them and tugged at the fastenings of his pants, kissing along the underside of her jaw.

    Her hands fluttered over his hard body, joining the hand that was already working on freeing his erection. Pushing his hand out of the way, she was able to unbutton the fly, unzip the zipper. His hands moved to her head, his fingers brushing through the tangled mess of her hair; but she didn’t care, he was this close to being naked. Eager to feel all of him, she pushed his pants and his briefs just over his hips before wrapping her hands around his cock. It was hot and hard and perfect; it was satin over burning steel.