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

And for more than one night—but he did not intend to argue that with her. Not when there were far more interesting ways to make the same point.

“You still have not told me how you ended up in Budapest.” He shook his head. “Did you travel the world, finding dark alleys to wander down alone?”

She paused in the act of licking her fingers and smiled at him. “As a matter fact, I did.”

“You were a backpacker.”

“Yes, though I always traveled a bit more lightly than proper backpackers. If I needed something I would buy it or borrow it. And then when I didn’t need it anymore, I’d gift it to someone else. I didn’t tote around a mobile office or anything. I just had my phone.”

“And who funded all this aimless wandering?”

“If I didn’t have money, I worked.” She took another bite of her meal and chewed happily, then smiled when she swallowed. “Budapest was a stop along the way, though I didn’t really have a destination in mind. I’ve never been one for itineraries. I was thinking that I was going to head back toward Australia, to keep the summer going, but then you happened.”

He liked that. “As if I am some storm?”

“I didn’t see the point of traveling anymore when all I wanted to do was come here.” That almost sounded like a confession, but she looked so casual that Stefan thought he must have misunderstood. “So I went back to New York instead, where I’ve been living with my sister ever since.”

“Is your sister like you?”

“Bristol? Oh no. No, not at all.” Indy laughed. Almost too hard, in his mind. “She’s a very serious person, like you. She finds me... Delightfully trying.”

“But what is it you do? You must do something. Everyone does.”

She lifted her chin, and though her voice stayed light when she answered him, her gaze was not. “I thought I told you. I do whatever makes me money and if I don’t feel like doing it anymore, I don’t.”

“Indiana.” He sounded severe, but he didn’t modify his tone. “That is playtime. Not real life.”

She sighed. “Everybody says that. A lot, actually. But none of them are particularly happy, are they? So why would I listen to them?”

“Does this mean you did not work in New York?”

“I worked in a lot of different jobs in New York.” Indy shrugged. “I like temporary positions. Right when they get boring, you move on to the next.”

He studied her, sitting so carelessly on his counter, eating food he’d made her with his own hands. Naked and unselfconscious. Perfect in every way.

The ways he wanted her should have horrified him, but they didn’t. They never had.

Still, he wanted to know her. Not what he could dig up on her, but her.

“Surely you must know that the kind of life you lead is only possible because you’re young and beautiful.” He tugged on the end of her braid. “It cannot last, this wandering here and there with no thought to your future. That is the thing about the future. It finds you, always.”

“All the more reason to enjoy it then,” she replied with maddening calm. “While I can.”

“You must have some kind of dream. Some ambition.”

“Must I? Ambition is for people who don’t like what they have. But I do.” She frowned at him. “And if I have a dream, I go after it.”

He didn’t believe her. But he didn’t press. She wanted one night, so that was what he would give her. Because there were a lot of things a man could do in the course of one night that might just teach his foolish girl how to want a few things she couldn’t possibly be sure she could get.

And to learn how to long for them, like everyone else.

“Lie down on the counter,” he told her then, all command and heat. “Face down.”

The heat in her eyes kindled, but she still took her time licking her fingers. Then stretching sinuously, like a cat, so he had no choice but to watch the way it made her breasts bounce. She rolled herself over, sliding herself across the countertop until she was stretched out before him.

“Enjoy the stone on those greedy little nipples,” he invited her.

Stefan gripped her hips, pulling her back toward him so her legs hung down over the edge of the counter and he could line her up with his cock again.

He slid inside, sheathing himself fully. She made a cute little grunting sound, wiggling this way and that because he filled her so completely and she needed to make a little space. He had the notion then that no matter how many times he took her, she would always be this tight, always gripping him just like this, always precisely this perfect.

This time he went slow, because he wanted to enjoy looking down at her the way he’d imagined so many times before. Feeling her cute little butt against him as he plunged deep, then drew back. The line of her spine, the swell of her hips, the soft nape of her neck.

She stretched her arms up so she could grip the other end of the counter, giving herself a little bit of leverage as he worked.

Slow. Deep.

Relentless.

He watched as her skin reddened, everywhere, and listened as her breathing changed. She came differently in this position, one wave into the next, an easy kind of roll. But Stefan wanted more than waves, so he reached beneath her to find that eager little clit and played with her until her intensity skyrocketed.

On and on he went, drawing out her responses, learning the difference between those light little climaxes and the wilder, deeper ones that made her whole body seem to shatter around him.

The ones that made her sob. Real tears.

And only when he thought he could read her well enough did he build her up to one more bone rattling, screaming finish.

Then follow her.

But he still wasn’t done.

Because she thought this was only the