My One Night: An On My Own Novel, Carrie Ryan [reading comprehension books TXT] 📗

to find out who she was and determine what she wanted. I didn’t mind. I was pretty much the same. And for the evening, it felt like we fit together.

At least, I hoped so.

I kissed her again, brushing her hair away from her face as I did. She tentatively slid her hands down my arms, squeezing my biceps, and I leaned into her, wanting more. She tasted slightly of beer and toothpaste. An odd combination but it worked. I kissed her harder, running my hands across her face and then down her neck to her collarbones. She shivered at the touch, and I grinned before backing away slightly to nibble at her lip.

She groaned, and I moved a bit, kneeling with one leg on the loveseat to slightly push her back against the side of the cushion. Her eyes widened, and then she slowly trailed her fingers up my ribs, over my shirt. I hovered over her and then kissed her again, this time gently placing my hand on her side, under the softness of her top. Her skin was warm, so fucking silky, and I groaned as she let out a breath. She kissed me deeper, and I moaned, slowly lowering myself so I knelt between her legs. I kissed her again, then slowly moved my hand up, cupping her ribs just below her breast. She groaned, and I kissed her harder.

But when I wanted more, I knew this angle wouldn’t work. I lowered my hands, reached for her hips, and moved to sit down. She let out a gasp and straddled me as I sat, her heat right above my cock. It didn’t matter that we both wore jeans and there were enough clothes between us that we shouldn’t be able to feel this much friction. All I could do was feel the heat of her. She pushed her hair back from her face, and I cupped the nape of her neck, bringing her closer to me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her hands moving to either side of me on the couch as she rocked against me. I groaned, my cock pressing hard against the zipper of my jeans. I kissed her again, needing more. She increased the friction, and I wrapped my other hand around her hip, squeezing. She didn’t stop moving. Instead, she ground down harder. I moaned and pulled away, needing to breathe.

“You keep doing that, I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager.”

She smiled at me. “You’re young. You could probably go again right after,” she teased.

I growled and bit her lip again. “That’s not very nice,” I said and tugged on the bottom of her shirt. “Okay?”

“Yes,” she panted and lifted her arms. I pulled the blouse over her head, tugging the tank that she wore underneath with it. That left her in a pale, rose-colored bra, her nipples peeking through the lace.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. She blushed and went to cover herself, but I moved her hands. I pulled them gently behind her, capturing her wrists with one hand. The movement pressed her breasts closer to my face.

“I didn’t know you had all this delicate lace under your clothes.”

“It made me feel brave for the evening.”

“Did you know about the dare before you came?” I asked, wanting to know more.

She shook her head. “No. And I don’t think that Corinne would’ve actually made me complete the dare. It was just a passing joke. And yet, here we are.”

I lifted my hips slightly, pressing against the heat of her core. “Here we are.”

I lowered my head, capturing one lace-covered nipple with my mouth. I sucked, and she groaned, but she didn’t remove her arms from my grip. It left her completely at my mercy, yet I knew she had all the control.

I moved to her other breast, kissing before I let go of her wrists to reach my hand up. I undid the clasp of her bra, and she helped me pull down the straps. When the lingerie was tossed to the side, her breasts were right in front of me.

They were the perfect size for my palms—not too big, not too small—with dusty rose nipples that hardened with the attention of my gaze.

“Jesus,” I whispered again and moved to lap at her. She moaned, tangling her fingers in my hair as I sucked on a nipple, biting down gently. “Dillon,” she panted.

“That’s it, keep saying my name,” I teased, chuckling roughly against her as she laughed, tugging on my hair. I didn’t let go, didn’t stop. Instead, I kept kissing, lapping, leaving gentle bites along her skin as I moved back to her collarbone and her neck, sucking hard.

My hands were at her hips and then cupping her breasts, before I slowly slid them down her belly to play with the seam of her jeans.

“I want to see more,” I whispered.

“You first,” she said, tugging on my shirt.

A smile played on my lips as I pulled my tee over my head from the back and tossed it beside her bra.

Her eyes widened, and she looked down at me and grinned.

“Whoa.”

“Well, then. I like the sound of that.”

She kissed me again while I played with her nipples. Somehow, I lifted her, undid the button of her jeans, and pulled them down slightly. We scrambled off the loveseat, both of us panting with need, no words needed. I tugged off her jeans, bringing her panties with them, and then knelt in front of her.

She was all wet and swollen, and since I was already kneeling between her legs, I leaned forward and took her clit into my mouth, slowly rubbing her swollen folds with my thumb. She moaned, her knees buckling, but I kept her upright with my hands.

I sucked and lapped, and then looked up at her, saw her gaze darken as she panted.

I thrust one finger into her, curling it so I could find that bundle of nerves inside, and she let out a shocked gasp before coming