Just One Night by Chloe Cole Read Free Book Online

you last night, I—”
    She didn’t even blink. “So sure.”
    His heart thudded. “Come closer.”
    She wet her lips and took a step forward. Their bodies brushed, and she gasped. The sound was better than any music he’d ever heard, and his only coherent thought was that he wanted to hear it again and again.
    She put her hands up in surrender, before laying them on his chest. Stretching onto her tiptoes, she tipped her head back and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. It took all his strength not to pounce on her and take what he’d wanted for so long. Could she feel him quivering?
    “I’ve thought about this every single day. Since that night we went skinny-dipping and you turned me down.” Her voice was low, but the words thundered in his ears.
    Damn, that hurt. He’d almost gotten carried away. She must have sensed he needed the reminder. She wanted the same thing she’d wanted eight years ago. One night.
    Unadulterated joy was eclipsed by steely resolve and raw lust. One night. He could do that. He wouldn’t ask why. It would only make her feel bad to have to explain it. Tonight was theirs, and sure as shit he was going to make it count. They would deal with the fallout tomorrow.
    He slipped a hand into her hair and jerked her head back, exposing her throat.
    She stared at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing?”
    “Whatever I want.” He gave a sharp tug and bent low to sink his teeth into her neck.
    She stiffened, but relaxed a second later. “Don’t try to scare me away. It won’t work. I know you’d never hurt me.” Her words vibrated against his lips, and he clamped down harder until she groaned.
    “You’re wrong, babe,” he murmured into her soft skin. “Not only will I hurt you, after a while you’ll beg me to do it.” He pulled away and looked into her face. “Last chance.” Even as he said it, he wondered whom he was trying to save, her or himself. There was no way he would make it to tomorrow in one piece. The question was, would he ever be able to put himself back together again?
    Her jaw stiffened as she reached between them and took his cock in her hand. “Let’s do this.”
    His knees nearly buckled at the touch, a clear reminder of the kind of power she had over him. He gripped her wrist and pulled her away. “We’ll do this, babe, but we’ll be doing it my way.” When she didn’t balk, he softly squeezed her arm to emphasize his point. “You will touch me when I tell you. Nod if you understand.”
    She opened her mouth, but, at his stern look, snapped it shut again.
    “Get on your knees.” His heart pounded as he waited to see what she would do. He was torn. If she walked away now, it would be the worst night of his life. But maybe in the long run it would save him the pain of knowing what it was like between them when he could never have her again.
    Her brow wrinkled, and terror mixed with elation swept through him. She wasn’t going to do it.
    “Shouldn’t you take your pants off first?” she asked.
    “Get. On. Your. Knees.”
    A spark leapt in her eyes, and she didn’t take her gaze off him as she slowly sank to her knees. His cock bucked behind his zipper, and he tore at the button-fly of his jeans. He shoved his pants and boxers down in one move, freeing his erection.
    He began fisting himself, and she stared, rapt, as he stroked up and down. She leaned forward, lips parted, and it took every ounce of his willpower not to allow her to suck him in. Instead he backed away.
    “You want it?”
    She hesitated, then nodded.
    Triumph surged through him. “Open wider.”
    She complied.
    He held the back of her head as she dipped her face closer to him, until the heat of her breath washed over his aching cock. She flicked out her tongue and nudged his sensitive tip, scooping up a drop of precome that had leaked out. The soft caress shook him, and he had to close his eyes to block out the sight.
    “Take it, babe,” he groaned. She opened wide and sucked him in