Just One Night by Carly Phillips (fiction book recommendations txt) 📕

Her tongue darted out, sliding over her bottom lip, and he groaned.

“Probably not.” Still, he leaned closer. The scent of the hotel shower gel, a different floral aroma than her usual fragrance, reached him and caused his dick to stiffen further.

Her eyes darkened, and she lifted a hand, placing it on his chest but not pushing him away. “But I want to anyway,” she whispered.

He swallowed hard. “So do I.” Regrets, recriminations, and putting things back together could come after.

Never breaking eye contact, her hands went to her robe and she released the tie, letting the top gape open and giving him a full view of those breasts and peach-colored nipples he was dying to pull into his mouth.

“Take off the robe,” he said in a gruff voice he barely recognized.

“I guess that answers one question,” she said in a teasing voice. “You’re bossy in bed, too.” But she didn’t hesitate to separate the robe and reveal the rest of her completely naked body.

He sucked in a shallow breath at the sight of her well-groomed pussy.

Then, she sat up and shrugged off the robe, pulling it out from beneath her and tossing it onto the floor. She lay back on the white bedding, her pale skin glowing and her dark hair falling, grazing her shoulders.

“Fuck, Jordan, you’re gorgeous.”

Her eyes glittered with appreciation. “Thank you. Now how long do I have to wait to see you?”

“Not long.” He undressed, aware of her watching him, her gaze taking in his body and zeroing in on his erect cock. Grasping himself, he pumped his hand up and down his shaft, doing his best to get hold of his desire.

“Linc,” she whispered, reaching out and swiping her fingers over the pre-come on the tip.

He jerked at her touch and dove onto the bed, pinning her onto the mattress with his body, his dick pressing against her belly. He consumed her mouth with his, sucking on her tongue and sweeping around inside. Her nails scored down his back, and his hips jerked at the good kind of pain.

He continued to kiss her, pausing to taste her. He trailed his lips over her cheek, nibbled along her jaw, and licked behind her ear until she was writhing and moaning beneath him, but he wasn’t finished. Not yet.

Moving downward, he pulled one tight nipple into his mouth and teased her mercilessly, tugging on the tip and grazing it with his teeth. She gripped his head in her hands and yanked on the strands, so he soothed her with gentle laps of his tongue before turning his attention to the neglected breast and giving it the same treatment. Tasting her was the answer to many of his dreams, and he still had more of her to indulge in.

Without giving her warning, he rolled off her and rose to his feet.

“What are you doing?” She sounded panicked at the thought of him stopping, and he chuckled, grasping her legs and pulling her to the end of the bed.

He lowered himself to his knees. “I’m getting comfortable,” he said, and spread her legs wide before settling himself between them. Then, dipping his head, he slid his tongue along her slit and was rewarded with her prolonged moan.

She tasted delicious, and he continued his assault, licking around her folds and teasing her everywhere but where she needed his touch the most. He held her open and dipped his tongue inside her, keeping her legs wide with his hands. Her soft sighs and moans had him pulsing hard, dying to plunge into her and give them both relief.

But first he intended to make her come.

Switching his focus to her clit, he sucked on the tiny bud, and she began writhing on the bed. Never alleviating the pressure, he slipped one finger inside her and began pumping it in and out, her slick walls coating him in her juices, her warmth clasping around him.

“Oh, God.” She arched her back, her hips lifting against his mouth, and he inserted a second finger, thrusting faster, the pads of his fingers finding the sweet spot inside her.

He rubbed there and she detonated, coming apart, grinding herself against his face, calling his name.

*     *     *

Jordan struggled to catch her breath as Linc eased up on the bed and helped her slide to the center of the mattress. Tremors still rippled through her, and from the heated look in his eyes, they weren’t finished. Which was a good thing, because as hot as her orgasm had been, she still felt empty and needed him inside her.

He lifted himself over her, his erection hot and hard. Enticing. She spread her legs and he nudged against her. She was wet and he’d slide in easily. Except … “Condoms,” she said, meeting his gaze.

He stilled. “Shit.” He dipped his head and groaned. “I didn’t come here expecting to … expecting this.”

She swallowed hard. She couldn’t believe they’d come this far, and she had a feeling they wouldn’t be doing this again. If she let him go now, she’d go home with a whole host of regrets and what-could-have-beens. She’d lose the opportunity to experience one time with Linc.

“I’m not on birth control,” she said. “It wasn’t good with my migraines.”

“It wouldn’t matter because I won’t skip condoms. Not after what my father did.”

Getting his secretary pregnant. She got it. When she’d become pregnant, she’d been careless. She’d been trying the pill, but she’d had a migraine and skipped a day.

“Let me check my Dopp kit.” He climbed off the bed, and she watched him go, his firm ass a sight to behold.

When he returned, triumph lit his expression, and he held a foil packet between his fingers. “Success!”

She blew out a relieved breath.

He ripped open the older-looking wrapper, pulled out the condom, and rolled it over his still-solid erection.

Finally he came back, his cock poised at her entrance, and looking at his handsome face had desire pulsing through her again.

“Ready?” he asked, a sexy grin on his face.

“God, yes.” She drew up her legs at