Just One Night, Carly Phillips [read me like a book txt] 📗

and it’s taking too much out of me to try.” Biting down on her lower lip, she wondered how deep to delve, how much of herself to give.

In the end, she couldn’t be anything but honest. “Last night was emotional, and you understood without my having to explain.” It had broken down her defenses and put her in a place where she was willing to act on their mutual need.

“Well, I’m glad.”

She swallowed hard. She didn’t know what the future held, and yes, thinking of things imploding and changing scared her. But she wasn’t willing to walk away from him now. “Do you really want to waste time talking?” she asked.

He treated her to his sexiest grin. “Hell no.” And then he pounced, his big body coming over hers and capturing her beneath him.

As she wound her arms around his neck, his mouth came down on hers. He kissed her long and hard. He kissed her like his life depended on it. And she returned the sentiment, teasing back with her tongue, nipping with her teeth, dragging her nails down his back as their bodies ground together.

He lifted his head, drew in a harsh breath, and sat up so he could wrangle her tee shirt over her hips, her torso, and as she raised her arms, he was able to complete his mission. He flung the shirt onto the floor, leaving her naked except for her underwear. She wriggled them off, then pushed herself farther up on the bed. Meanwhile, he’d hopped off and stripped off his boxer briefs.

She glanced at his thick cock, hard and ready for her, and a moan left her throat.

Hearing the sound, he grinned before pulling open his nightstand and retrieving a condom, ripping it open, and gliding the covering over his erection.

He returned, climbing onto the bed and brushing a roughened fingertip over her nipple. Her pussy spasmed and her hips arched off the mattress.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said, desire glittering in his eyes. “And I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

She opened her eyes wide. Before she could otherwise react, he spoke. “Up and on your knees, baby.”

At his domineering tone, her nipples hardened, and she had no problem obeying. If she was going to give up the fight, she would enjoy every last minute.

She turned and settled on all fours, her entire body humming with anticipation even as she wondered why he’d positioned her this way. Maybe he just liked it. Or, knowing Linc, maybe he sensed she didn’t want to see him face-to-face and add to the emotional overload she’d experienced. Regardless of why, she’d take it.

He came behind her, the heat of his big body tempting as he wrapped around her. He slid a finger over the bumps in her spine, causing her to tremble and arch beneath his hand as he teased her.

Without warning, he poised his erection at her opening, one hand grasping her hips. “Hold on,” he warned, and she held her breath as he thrust deep inside her.

She groaned, filled up, body quivering and, dammit, her emotions engaged. Closing her eyes, she fought past the lump in her throat and focused on the sensations overtaking her every time Linc pulled out and slammed back in. Over and over. And like last time, he knew her body, hitting the right spot.

“Oh, damn, Linc. Harder.”

His fingers squeezed her side tighter, and he did as she asked. He took her with a steady rhythm, hammering into her until she forgot where they were, her name, everything but the building euphoria inside her and the knowledge it was Linc causing the feelings.

Slipping his hand farther around her, his fingers found her clit and strummed the tight bud until she exploded, her body stiffening as the waves kept pummeling her. Linc kept up the stroking until she was wrung dry. Then he thrust in and out, hard, fast, until he found his release.

They collapsed together onto the bed, her breathing ragged, his coming in desperate gulps. Finally he rose and disappeared into the bathroom, returning quickly.

He pulled down the covers and helped her climb beneath them. Although she was sticky between her thighs, she didn’t care as she snuggled against him. For now, wrapped in his arms, she felt safe. And wanted to hold on to those feelings while she could.

*     *     *

Linc held Jordan in his arms, silence surrounding them. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled her fragrant scent. She’d taken him by surprise and though he’d planned to join her in bed and urge her to talk about her feelings, he hadn’t been able to deny her what they both needed. But with their physical desires sated, it was time to deal with her past.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Amazing,” she murmured. “Want to do it again?”

He let out a low chuckle. “Later. Right now I want to talk.” His cock didn’t like that answer, and from the way Jordan stiffened, neither did she. But he wasn’t going to let her ignore him.

Rolling her onto her back, he propped an arm up, and lying on his side, he met her gaze. If he had to wait an hour for her to respond, he would.

“About what?” she asked at last.

“How you felt being with Aurora last night. Watching her give birth. Holding the baby. I don’t want you to bury it all inside. It’s not good for you.”

She shifted toward him and her big blue eyes met his. “I was happy for her, of course.”

He shook his head. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Her sigh echoed around the room. “It hurt. Is that what you want to hear?”

“I want to hear the truth.” And then he intended to comfort her.

Closing her eyes in resignation, she began to speak. “Back when I found out I was pregnant, I was petrified. I mean, I’d had a plan. Go to college, find a job, and make money supporting myself in the business world. All of a sudden,