Waiting For Him by Denise Johnson Page B

over and very hot.
    Braced above her on his forearms, his teeth locked, his gaze devouring her, he pressed relentlessly forward.
    With excitement spiking through her again, Keisha put her hands to his bulging biceps. His skin burned with inner fever. He was…incredible.
    “Okay?” he asked through gritted teeth.
    For an answer, she slowly wrapped her legs around him and locked her heels at the small of his back. “I won’t break, you know.” She stroked his jaw. “You don’t have to hold back.”
    “Don’t.”
    One word, a warning, but she couldn’t stop the curious exploration of her fingers his chest or, the automatic flexing of her inner muscles as she tried to accommodate his solid length.
    “Ah…God.” His body tensed, strained, and he growled, “Sorry,” before filling her in one strong thrust.
    She gasped at the pain.
    Shocked, she held on to him, but she didn’t have time to worry before he was rocking slow and deep, his face in her neck, his powerful chest brushing back and forth across her sensitive nipples.
    Discomfort faded beneath the sweet, slow friction.
    Deep inside her, with each long stroke, he touched…something. Oh, yes. There. She lifted into him more. Dug her fingers into his solid shoulders to better brace herself. “Stone.” Sensation spiraled away. “Stone!”
    She’d thought it was amazing before, but now, with him in her, over her, a part of her…
    He gave a long, vibrating groan before going still a moment and then thrust more urgently and Keisha knew he was coming too.
    She couldn’t imagine anything more perfect, or doing this with anyone else.
    Big as he was, it felt nice when Stone sank down to rest on her, one of his hands tangled in her hair and cupped around her skull, the other scooped under her bottom. His heartbeat rocked them both, and heat poured off him.
    After a minute, he stirred, his mouth touching her shoulder, over to her throat. With great effort he lumbered up to his forearms again.
    Saying nothing, he watched her, almost looking into her heart.
    Would he know that she’d already fallen in love with him, that she’d fallen hard the first time she saw him sitting in her section of the diner?
    Until she’d met him, being a virgin hadn’t even factored into her busy life. After being with him…would she ever want anyone else? Doubtful. After Stone, all other men would pale in comparison.
    He bent down and took her mouth again, kissing her like he planned to start all over again.
    Shivers chased over her skin, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight.
    His hand slid down her side to her hip. Yes, he planned to do it again.
    She hummed approval and gave him her tongue when he sought it out.
    With Stone making love to her, she couldn’t worry about tomorrow. She could only enjoy right now.
    Right now lasted way until the night. She lay there watching him sleep. He was so beautiful she could have stood there all day looking at him. On his stomach, one muscled arm folded up under his head, one hairy leg exposed from beneath the sheet, he was the most incredible man she’d ever seen.
    Even in her imagination, she couldn’t drum up a vision more appealing than him.
    Her breath shuddered out in a long sigh. Clyde tipped his head, unsure what they were doing, curious and a little worried at the idea of a big male in the bed.
    Still. Because he’d stayed the night.
    Did that mean anything?
    Bonnie circled the bed, trying to find a way up, but it was too high for her and she settled on the floor.
    Should she wake him? She dragged her gaze away from his magnificent body to check the time. How late did he usually sleep?
    Stone had made love to her twice before leaving her collapsed and numb in the bed while he went to check on the animals. He came back, woke her to say he’d taken the dogs out for bit. Then he joined her in the bed and started seducing her all over again.
    She hadn’t realized that men were so voracious. Or maybe Stone was just