Just One More Night by Caitlin Crews (ereader iphone txt) 📕

wait. You had been so certain about the time period. Why was it two years? Why not two months? Or five years?”

He could have told her. That he had always had an exit strategy, because longevity was not a feature of the life he’d chosen after he’d left the army. He’d been planning his escape almost from the day he’d started. Meeting her had simply expedited those plans.

Instead of sharing any of that, he lifted a shoulder. “There were things I had to do.”

It was her turn to study him for a moment. “Like... A divorce?”

Stefan had not been expecting that. He laughed. “A divorce? What makes you think such a thing?”

Indy let out a small sigh, once again nestling her cheek a bit deeper into his palm. “It seemed like the kind of thing you might have had to get out of your way. I’ve never slept with a married man, to my knowledge, but then we didn’t do much talking.”

“I have never been married.” The very idea was ludicrous. “Have you?”

“Never.”

“And no unpleasant diseases,” he said, finding his thumb moving over her cheekbone. “Or I would have known soon enough.”

“Right back at you. And yes, I’m on the pill.”

“I suspected these things. I am happy I was right.”

“You strike me as the kind of man who’s usually right.” Her eyes were big, but she smiled. “Or usually thinks he’s right, anyway.”

He was a lot more than that, but Stefan saw no reason to share that with her. Not until this all felt like less of a dream.

“You are even more beautiful than I remember,” he found himself saying, almost as if it wasn’t up to him. As if the words simply came out of their own accord. “How is that possible?”

Indy let out another sigh, her cheek in his hand and her gaze bright with heat. “Do we really have to do all this talking?”

She leaned forward, sliding her hands up along the inside line of his thighs. And still Stefan couldn’t quite believe that she was here. Right here with him. That he hadn’t made her up as he’d thought he must have over these last dark months. Even though he could remember her taste. And that fierce grip of her tight little pussy on his cock.

He still couldn’t believe that she could possibly be real.

But he took her hands before they reached his cock and held them away from him, smiling a little as he gazed down at her.

“I like it that you are still so greedy, my foolish girl,” he said. “But there are things we must discuss.”

“Can’t they wait?” she asked, her gaze between his legs in a hungry way that almost made him think, what the hell.

The way he had in Budapest.

Almost.

“You flew all the way to Prague for this, Indiana. You can wait a little longer.”

Her eyes were a little bit wide as she looked up at him, and he could see the hunger there. The same greed that burned in him.

“I would have flown even farther,” she told him. “But why make the anticipation even worse? It’s been two years in the making for one night. What if it’s not worth it?”

He regarded her for a moment, taking that in. She thought this was one night. That felt a lot like a blow.

But the flip side of that surprising notion was that she’d waited two years and flown all the way to Prague for that one night.

“It will be worth it,” he assured her. “But you should know something about me, Indiana. I am... Bossy.”

“A lot of men are bossy,” she said softly. She smiled. “Not all of them have your cock. So... I’m okay with it.”

“Excellent.”

And then, Stefan thought, it was time to reacquaint themselves.

He settled back in his chair and inclined his head, not surprised that she understood his command immediately. Watching the change in her made him even harder. She flushed, swallowed hard, and then reached for him again with hands that trembled slightly.

Because she continued to be perfect in every way.

Indy angled herself closer to him and this time, when she ran her hands up the inside of his thighs, he let her. He looked down the length of his torso as she knelt there between his outstretched legs. Her glossy dark hair flowed down her back and her heart-shaped face looked fierce as she concentrated on unbuttoning his jeans. Then that ferocity turned into something far hotter as she reached into his jeans and pulled out his cock.

She made a soft little humming noise, wrapped both her hands around the base of him, and leaned in.

Then she licked him, swirling her tongue around the broad head. She took her time learning his length before she tried her best to suck him into her mouth.

Stefan thought he could die happy, watching this tiny, impatient woman—his woman, whether she knew it or not—try to suck him off.

She returned her attention to the head of his cock and began to move her hands up and down his shaft, not exactly gently. That mixed with the hot suction of her mouth, and the way she used her clever tongue, and that fire in him began to build.

Indy took her time, teasing him. Swirling her tongue around and letting her hands play him like he was nothing but her instrument. Something he should have hated, but he didn’t.

Not with her.

The fire grew higher, more intense. So did she.

Until the marvel of it took him over.

Because this was already better than all his expectations, and his expectations had been extreme.

He let his head fall back against the chair while he gripped her hair with one hand, holding her head to his cock and feeling her as she worked.

And when he came, it was with a roar.

Stefan wasn’t at all surprised to find she drank him down, then sat back on her heels and smiled up at him as if he’d given her a gift.

This woman was going to kill him.

He was going