Page 118 of For One Night

A frenzied desire swirls in his gaze as I lean in, running my tongue between his parted lips. I nip at his bottom lip, eliciting a groan from him. I flick the tip of my tongue over the spot I bit.

“Ruin me,” I whisper against his mouth.

He grips my biceps, hauling me to him. His lips take mine with unfettered emotion of want and need. I’ve never been wanted like this, but his need for me is a heady elixir.

He breathes against my mouth. “Tell me.”

“I want to be with you, Lennox.” He stands, dragging me with him.

He lifts me, slipping his hand on my ass. I lock my legs around him as he carries me into the house. Our bond never breaks as his mouth stays on me until he sits me down.

He reaches behind his head, tugging his over it. I pull mine off, dropping it to the floor. I unbutton his pants, then shimmy from my skirt. His pants to the floor with his underwear. I follow his lead, dropping mine.

His finger tips trail down my arms, overmy breast. He cups them as he kisses my jaw, earning him a moan. His mouth works it way slowly down my body, nipping and sucking on the way.

I mewl when his mouth finds my breast, sucking on it until my nipples pebble and he flicks it with his tongue. “Lay down.”

I step back, turn around and crawl up the bed. I feel so wanton and sexy, knowing he’s behind me, watching.

“Stop.” He growls. “Spread your legs, Lola.”

My core tightens as lust fills me. “Like what you see?”

“I lied, Lola.” His voice is heavy with want, husky even.

“Tell me, Lennox. What on earth could you have lied about?” I simper.

His hands run up my legs, over my ass and onto my hips. He grips them, yanking me back into him. Wrapping his hand in my hair, he lays over my back, tugging my head to meet his lips.

“You have ruined me, Lolita.”

I gasp as he enters me slowly, taking every pleasure my body will give him and returning it with every stroke of his cock. His groan in my ear as his body meets mine, drives me wild.

He flips me over before I realize his warmth is gone and replaces it when he slides between my legs. He hooks my leg on his hip and begins to pump into me. He delivers slowly, followed by a rapid succession of thrusts.

It as if he can’t control what he wants when he’s taking me. Our rhythm slows as he lifts his eyes to meet mine. His unhurried pace, grinding into me as we meet as one, driving us both to one point, reaching it together to crash back down.

He pushes me over the edge, and I call his name, wanting to say so much more. “Lennox.”

He pumps into me, meeting my orgasm with his own. His mouth finds mine, taking everything, I give him and finding his place forever, in my heart. I hold him to me, never wanting to let go.

His breathing slows, and he rolls us to our side. He kisses me, sweeping my hair over his pillow as he does.

“Yeah, that about does it.”

He laughs. “I’d say it does.”

I spend the night in his arms, and there’s no other place I’d rather be. We doze for a while, just to go at it again when we wake up. All night long, we sleep and repeat. Never getting our fill of the other as we fall deeper.

As light plays on the horizon, we lay facing each other, taking it all in. He’s simply perfection. His whiskey colored eyes drive me wild when they drown in desire for me. His lips, a strong feature, are soft on my neck.

He thinks I’ve ruined him for any other woman, but the truth is, I have never loved a man, the way I love him. His touch is like no other, his kindness and his light are more than I deserve.

I am his.

“What are you thinking?” he kisses me beneath my ear.

I trail my fingers through his wavy hair. “I’m afraid to close my eyes.”