That One Night (That One Series Book 1) by Josie Wright Read Free Book Online

could feel him just as slowly entering me. Everything else ceased to exist. There was only us. This moment.
    We both moaned in unison as the sensation of him inside of me, and me wrapped around him, hit us. For a moment, we stopped moving. Then his hips started to move at a tortuously slow rhythm, making me gasp from sensory overload. I hooked my legs around his hips, bringing us closer.
    “ Fuck, baby,” was all he managed to grind out. Our kiss became wilder and rougher, and so did his thrusts. I was making noises like I’d never made before. His right hand moved down to my breast, kneading it and pinching my nipple. My hands were gripping his short hair, holding onto him like a lifeline while I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the peak.
    “ God, Ben, I’m gonna come...I’m so close,” I moaned into his mouth. He groaned and started pounding me harder, doing things with his hips no human should be capable of.
    “ Fuck, baby, come for me,” he moaned into my ear, before nibbling the sensitive spot behind it. That was all it took to make me tumble over the edge. I started convulsing under him, my muscles clenching around his cock. I was writhing and moaning, my words not making any sense. I could sense his body tensing up, before he let out a groan and shuddered in my arms. Both of us panting, he grabbed me around the waist and flipped us over, so I was lying on top of him, my head resting on his chest. We were silent for a long time, listening to Bill Withers “Ain’t No Sunshine.” He drew slow and lazy circles with his fingertips on my shoulder, making me quietly moan again. I could feel myself starting to drift off to sleep, feeling absolutely content and happy in his arms. Despite having so many questions about what he had talked about earlier, about where this night puts us, I just wanted to enjoy the moment. I didn’t want to ruin it with conversations. And he seemed to agree with me as he just lay there holding me tightly. Sleep started to come over me and made my tongue loosen up. Without even realizing it , instead of thinking it, I told him what I had felt for years and what was crystal clear after that night.
    “ I love you, Ben.”
    With that, I drifted off to sleep. I could have sworn I felt him tense up at my words, but I don’t think I was willing to acknowledge what it could mean.
    Opening my eyes, I wasn’t sure where I was at first or how much time had passed. It was still dark outside, the only light in the room coming from the lamp on the side table. It took me a moment to look around and realize what had happened.
    A blanket was draped over my naked body. I was alone on the couch in the living room and from what I could gather, in the house. I refused to think anything of it. Maybe he just had to go home.
    That was until my gaze fell on a folded piece of paper on top of my discarded shirt. I grabbed it with a shaking hand, trying to fight the sinking feeling in my stomach. I unfolded it, allowing my eyes to take in what was written on the paper in his scrawly handwriting. I folded it back up again, grabbed my clothes and went upstairs to my room, locking the door behind me. Then I turned the shower on, sat on the floor, allowing the water to wash over me and to wash away the tears that were now falling freely.
    “ Sorry”
    That was all he had to say after last night; but sorry wouldn’t bring back that piece of my heart he now owned.
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    The door to my room opening slowly and carefully, brings me back into the present, yet the memory lingers in the back of my head. I wipe away the tears on my face. I’m angry at myself. Angry for feeling so hurt. I know I shouldn’t. I know it isn’t a big deal. But it is to me. It’s not about him not saying it back. It wasn’t the best way, and moment, to announce my feelings.
    What hurts is the way he left me—without a word. No, that isn’t correct. There was one word. I don't know what he was apologizing for. Did he regret