Just One Night (6 page)

Slowly the kiss
deepened, until they were both straining toward one another, needing to take it
to the next level.

Easing her away, he
said, “This loveseat really wasn't made for what I had in mind.”

His roguish words had
the desired effect.
 
She grinned and
rose.
 
Held out her hand and he laced his
fingers with hers and walked back to the bed with her.

Gracefully she eased off
her robe and let it drop to the floor, exposing the long elegant line of her
back.
 
She climbed into the center of the
bed where she waited for him.
 
Her skin
was a creamy color against the stark white of the sheets, her hair a dark spill
across the disarray of the pillows.
 
The
tips of her breasts were tight again and a darker rose color against the
delightful flush spreading across her body.

God, but she was so
beautiful and for tonight, and hopefully longer, she was his.

He shucked off his
jeans, kicked them away, and hurried to her side.
 
In seconds they were a tangle of arms and
legs and urgent kisses.
 
It took all of
his restraint not to drive himself deep inside her, but he wanted her with him
when he came.
 
And he didn’t want to rush
since this might possibly be the only night they’d have together for some time.

Urging her onto her
side, he spooned against her back while he reached around her body.
 
He played her with his hands, caressing and
tweaking her breasts while he fondled her clit.
 
He dragged his fingers back and forth across the dampness and the
responsive bud at her core.

She was wet down there,
so
so
wet that he almost came just from the thought
of all that warm moist surrounding him.
 
Especially as the rising rush of her release registered against his
hand.
 
Her pussy vibrated and
clenched around his fingers, slick and inviting.

He groaned and fought
back his own desire as his cock jumped and swelled against the small of her
back.

“Easy,
Nickie
, easy, babe,” he said softly and gave one last
stroke with his hand along her hot moist center.

She moaned and pushed
back against him, inviting him to join with her again.
 
“Please,
Jase
.
 
I want you inside me.”

Easing one thigh between
hers, he guided himself to her pussy and slowly pressed in, gritting his teeth
at the sheer pleasure of being joined with her.
 
She was hot.
 
Sleek.
 
Her pussy accepted him as he buried himself
to the hilt and held still, enjoying the way she caressed him.

His body was flush
against the velvety skin of her back.
 
Their legs tangled together as he ground into her, deepening his
possession.

Her urgent cry was hard
to resist, as was the way she gripped his thigh, but he held back from pulling
out and driving back into her.

Leaning over her, he
dropped a kiss against the side of face and whispered, “Tell me what you feel,
Nickie
.”

* * *

Words, emotions, and
sensations pummeled
Nickie’s
mind, making speech
impossible.

“Tell me,
Nickie
,” he pressed again, in command again as he had been
earlier.

“Full, so full,” she
said and tried to move her hips, but he splayed his hand against her belly and
stopped her.

“What else, babe?” he
said, but as steady as he was trying to be, his body trembled beside hers and
inside, his cock jerked and swelled even more, stretching her to the point of
pleasure-pain.

“You know what else,
Jase
,” she said and moaned as he finally moved inside her,
shifting out and then back in slowly.
 
The friction of that motion creating heat throughout her pussy,
which throbbed and tightened around him.

“Do you want me to tell
you what I feel,
Nickie
?
 
Is that what you want?” he asked and circled
his hips, heightening his possession.
 
Drawing a rough shudder from her as her climax threatened to take them
both over.

God, yes, she wanted him
to tell her because she couldn't say the words.
 
Couldn't free
herself
to be that kind of woman.

“Don't,
Nickie
.
 
Don't pull
back,” he urged.

She held onto his words,
braved past her fears, and murmured, “Tell me,
Jase
.
 
Tell me what you feel.”

He sucked in a breath
and the words exploded from his mouth.
 
“I love how hot you are.
 
How
wet.
 
The way your
pussy holds me tight.
 
My balls
are hard for you,
Nickie
.
 
So
so
hard.
Feel them.
 
Touch them.”

She reached down between
their bodies and cupped him. His balls were tight and she massaged them,
earning a long groan from him.

“That’s it,
Nickie
.
 
God, that’s
it, babe,” he said before he bent and kissed her.
 
Nipped and licked at her lips as he finally
moved, driving in and out of her.
 
Repeating the motion at her sharp gasp of pleasure.

“
Jase
,
that feels so good,” she keened and he increased his pace,
pistoning
his hips as he drove them ever higher until with one deep thrust, they came
together, bodies shaking.
 
Sweat bathing
them as he wrapped his arms around her and kept her tight to him.

“God,
Nickie
.
 
Don’t
move.
 
I want to be with you forever,” he
said and his body shuddered around her.

She laid her arms over
his and snuggled back into him, the fullness of him within her satisfying even
as the lingering vibrations from her climax faded away.
 
But little by little he softened and finally,
regretfully, he left her and she turned and faced him.

He grinned, her
beautiful man.
 
She ran her hand across
the sandpapery roughness of his cheek and along the short crisp hairs along the
sides of his head.
 
“You are so . . .
amazing,
Jase
.
 
So special . . .”

And you deserve a woman who can be as amazing and special as you
are
,
she thought and
looked down to avoid his perceptive gaze.
 
But he wasn’t going to let her escape that easily.

Jase
cradled her jaw
and applied gentle pressure to urge her head back up.
 
“What’s wrong,
Nickie
?
 
Why are you so upset?
 
This was like nothing I’ve ever felt before
with anyone.”

“But this isn't the real
me. I can't be the kind of woman you want.
 
That you need.
 
I'm not
brave.
 
I'm not bold.
 
I'm just . . . me,” she said, tears thick in
her voice.
 
Her throat was so tight with
emotion, it was almost suffocating her.

The ghost of a smile
played about his lips and he tunneled his fingers through her hair.
 
“'Me’ is all I want,
Nickie
.
 
You don't need to be anything but yourself
with me.”

“Why do I find that hard
to believe,
Jase
?
 
If this night has been about anything
– ”

“It's been about admitting
who you are, nothing more.
 
It's about
not having any regrets, because I know I would have regretted never getting to
spend this time with you,” he said, cradled her sides and drew her even closer.

She buried her face
against his chest, unable to face him, but more importantly, not sure how to
face herself.
 
She didn't want regrets
either, but everything seemed to be moving too quickly.
 
More quickly than she could
handle at the moment.

He wrapped his arms
around her and held her gently, his touch calming and filled with
tenderness.
 
He brushed a kiss across the
top of her head and whispered, “I won't push anymore,
Nickie
,
because I don't want to push you away with my demands.”

He had been demanding
and in command, but only because she had allowed him to take the lead.
 
It brought back a quote she'd once heard
about no one being able to make you feel inferior unless you let them.
 
She'd let him be in charge, but at the same
time, she'd never felt like less than an equal in everything that had been
going on. And she'd known that at any time she could stop and he wouldn't
press.

Much like he
wasn't pressing now, but only offering comfort and support.

He relaxed beside her,
the tension exiting his big body and minutes later, a soft snore escaped
him.
 
She smiled at that because it
somehow humanized him even more, this gorgeous perfect man she had wanted for
so long.
 
Who she had
loved for way too long.

So what am I
going to do about it?
 
About
him
?
she
wondered as she lay there, surrounded by the peace of his
embrace.
 
Tomorrow he'd be going home
with his parents and after, heading to Afghanistan.
 
It would be months before he was home again.

She wouldn't think about
the possibility of his not coming home alive.

Jase
wasn't only a
doer, he was a thinker.
 
A leader.
 
He never
acted without a plan or took unnecessary risks.

But it occurred
to her that he had taken a risk on her tonight.
 
He had put his heart on the line, only she hadn't been able to
reciprocate fully.
 
She hadn't been able
to risk her heart the way he had.

Which left her with the
kind of choice she normally avoided:
 
take a chance or walk away filled with doubt and wondering “What
if.
. .?”

As she peered toward her
nightstand, her alarm clock warned her that she had to make a decision
soon.
 
The night was rushing away from
them, far faster than she ever could have imagined.

It was time for her to
take a chance. . .

Chapter 6

Something tickled the
side of his face and
Jase
scrunched his neck up to
chase it away. Her sexy giggle teased him awake.

“Come on,
sleepyhead.
 
We don't have much time
left,”
Nickie
said with tempting huskiness.

It took him a moment to
make sense of where he was and what was happening, beginning with her giggle
and sexiness, both distinctively out-of-character.

He barely lifted one lid
and risked a glance at the alarm clock.
 
4 a.m.

Not even the Marines
made him get up that early.

“Come on,
Jase
,” she urged again. Her warm hands palmed his pectorals
and she whispered a kiss across his cheek.
 
Nuzzled the side of his face with her nose and giggled again before the
mattress shifted with her movement.

He opened his eyes and
found her sitting on the edge of the bed.
 
She had on a flowery beach cover-up and her bathing suit, and a large
blanket sat in her lap.
 
Even with all
the clothes covering her body, lots and lots of skin was visible and with it
being morning and all, his body reacted, tenting the sheets covering him.
 
Drawing her gaze to his dick, so he rolled
onto his side, knowing from their last lovemaking that she was a little uneasy
with all that was happening between them.

“It's a little early for
the beach, isn't it?” he asked, propped his head on one hand and finger-combed
the longer top strands into place with the other.

“It's not too early for
what I had in mind,” she said and stroked a hand across his chest and down,
taking the sheet with her as she moved south and wrapped a hand around his
cock.

He gently grasped her
wrist and stopped her.
 
“What are you
doing,
Nickie
?”

“No regrets, you
said.
 
So I'm doing what I've wanted to
for a very long time.”

He arched a brow and
examined her now serious features.
 
“Which is?”

“Seducing you.
 
Well at least that’s what I’d do if you’d get
your too cute ass out of bed and come with me,” she said with a roll of her
eyes and a sharp, almost annoyed breath.

This was finally his
Nickie
, the one full of humor and spirit.

“Well, since you asked
so nicely,” he said, sat up and ripped away the sheet, exposing his fully alert
cock to her attention.

Her gaze drifted
downward and she licked her lips, but a second later, she tossed his briefs
into his lap.
 
“You'll have to hide that
thing for just a little longer.”

“Whatever you
say,
Nickie
.
 
You're in command now,” he said, saluted her
and a delighted smile erupted across her lips.
 
The gold flecks in her hazel eyes glittered brightly.

“Yes, yes I am,
Jase
.
 
I’m in control
now and I kind of like it.”

He grinned and hauled
her close for a brief hard kiss.
 
“I do,
too,” he said.

* * *

With the way he was
looking at her and the sight of him aroused,
Nickie
almost reconsidered acting out her fantasy, but she'd made herself a promise in
the dark of night as she lay there beside him.

When morning came, she'd
finally take matters, and
Jase
, into her own hands
without any doubt or hesitation keeping her from showing him just how much she
wanted him.
 
Just how much she cared for
him.

Grabbing hold of his
hand, she led him to the door of her room, but he hesitated at the
entrance.
 
“What if someone sees us?”

“
It's
4 a.m. and what if they do?” she teased, finally feeling free now that she'd
made her decision about him.

“Does your father still
have that shotgun?” he kidded even as they snuck down the hall and quietly
crept toward the stairs.

“Yes, he does, but I'm
still not risking my life on that wisteria trellis,” she tossed back over her
shoulder, continuing to drag him along, down the stairs, and through the great
room.

They hurried out the
back door and past the terrace and lawn.
 
Almost ran the length of the boardwalk and through the dunes until they were
on the moonlit beach.
 
A
thankfully empty beach at that early hour.

Together they spread out
the blanket she had brought by a large marsh grass-covered dune.
 
The dune was high enough to hide their
presence from anyone up at the house and possibly even from any people idly
walking down the beach since they were tucked behind part of it.

She didn't waste a
moment to pull him near and playfully tug off his briefs, although they snagged
on his deliciously erect cock for a moment.
 
Once he was naked, she shrugged off her cover-up, placed her hands on
his shoulders, and urged him down to the blanket where she kneeled beside him.

He tucked his hands
beneath his head, making his broad chest look even bigger and more
powerful.
 
The muscles in his arms were
bunched from the action and she tentatively ran her hands across his arms,
exploring the hard biceps.
 
Shifting to
his shoulders, and then to his sculpted chest muscles.

She cupped him and
stroked her thumbs across the tight nub of his masculine nipples, earning a
soft sigh from him.

“I like that,
Nickie
,” he said and his gaze dipped down to watch her.

She licked her lips,
knowing what she had fantasized about doing next, but wanting to please
him.
 
“What else do you like,
Jase
?”

He looked up at her and
his gaze drifted over her lips, as powerful as one of his kisses.
 
Her stomach did a flip flop and heat flared
through her.

“
You
kissing
me. I like that a lot,” he said.

She bent and opened her
mouth against his while she continued caressing his nipples.
 
Tweaking and rubbing those hard nubs and
loving his masculine grunt of pleasure.

His mouth was mobile
beneath hers and she slipped her tongue past the seam of his lips and danced
her tongue with his. Eased away and tempted him with a quick nip of his lower
lip before accepting the slide of his tongue into her.

As she imagined him
sliding his cock into her, she moaned and broke away for a shaky breath.
 
She leaned over him until the tips of her
breasts rubbed across his chest and her nipples tightened beneath the fabric of
her bathing suit.

“Put your hands on me,
Nickie
,” he whispered against her lips and she trailed her
hand down his center to encircle his dick.
 
She stroked him, alternately long sweeps up and down his length with a
teasing circle around his sensitive head until they were both breathing heavily
and his cock was even bigger and harder in her hand.

“What else,
Jase
?
 
Tell me what
else you want,” she said, taking control as he had done earlier.

“You've got too many
clothes on, babe,” he said and finally moved his hands to behind her neck where
with a quick pull, he undid the strings at her neck and back.
 
Her top dropped off and onto his abs, a
bright confection of pink, orange, and green against his tanned skin.

He skimmed it off his
midsection on the way to her breasts.
 
He
cupped them and strummed his fingers against her nipples.
 
Pulled them into hard little points that he
tweaked, sending sharp little tugs of need straight to her center.
 
But she wasn't going to rush this.

She wanted to live her
fantasy, if only for this one night.
 
She’d deal with the heartbreak later.

She undid the strings on
her bottom and let it slide off as she straddled his thighs and sat up, staring
down at him.
 
Her hand on his cock, she
stroked him while he caressed her breasts.

“You know what I want,
Jase
?” she asked and glanced at his erection.
 
He had a beautiful cock, long and
smooth.
 
Thick enough to fit perfectly
between her hands as she ran them up and down his shaft, giving him pleasure.

“Why don't you show me
what you want,” he said and lifted his hips, pushing against her hands.

She didn't refuse,
bending and shimmying back along his legs so she could lick all around the
sensitive head of his cock and to his F spot underneath.
 
He groaned and jerked his hips upward, but
she took her time with him, exploring every inch.
 
Licking and sucking at him while she
continued to caress his shaft with one hand and dropped the other to his tight
perfect balls.

His guttural cries
spurred her on as did the touch of his hands on her breasts, kneading and
teasing the tips.

She took him in deeper,
filling her mouth with him and he pushed up with his hips and cradled her head
in his hands, his back arching.
 
The
first taste of him coming against her tongue was salty.
 
She shifted and licked it away from the head
of his cock before opening her throat and taking him in even deeper.

His body shook beneath
her and he let out a long, rough growl of pleasure.

“Fuck,
Nickie
.
 
I can’t hold
on, babe.
 
I need you,” he said, slipped
his hands beneath her arms and urged her up.

“Ride me,
Nickie
.
 
Make me
come,” he said, a low needy rumble threaded through his words, much like her
fantasy
Jase
, but this was no dream.

He was here and he was
hers.

She straddled him and
reached down to guide him to her center.
 
The dampness there wet his dick as she positioned him at her core and
then drove down urgently, needing him inside as much as he wanted to be there.

With a rough inhalation,
she savored the fullness of him and ground down onto him, rocking from side to
side as if to work him even deeper.

He gripped her hips
hard.
 
So hard she knew there would be
bruises there later, but she'd welcome those marks.
 
Use them to remember this night until they
faded from sight, but the memories of this time together would never fade.

She rocked her hips,
taking him in and out, her pace slow and steady at first, but growing ever
wilder and more frantic as they both reached for their release.
 
He met each of her thrusts with his own,
rising up to deepen his penetration.
 
Guiding
her with those hard hands, his gaze locked on her face.
 
All traces of boyishness gone from his
features as he strove for his pleasure and hers.

The night was soon
filled with the sounds of their lovemaking.
 
Their rough sighs and murmured cries of desire.
 
The slap of her body against his as she rode
him and his gaze dipped from her face to her breasts.

She remembered his words
about how he wanted to watch her tits move as she rode him and her pussy
clenched around him with that thought.

“
Christ,
that
feels amazing,
Nickie
.
 
You look amazing, riding me,” he said, the
tones of his voice low and husky.

He rose up then and
sucked her nipples.
 
He teased the tips
with his mouth and teeth until it was no longer possible to hold back her
release.

It came like fireworks
on a Fourth of July night, bright, loud, and surprising.
 
Exploding across them with
an intense burst of pleasure followed by tinier flares all across their bodies.
 
By the time the last little embers died away,
they were both still breathing heavily, as if they'd run for miles.

Nickie
stretched out
across him, careful not to break the union with him.
 
Wanting to stay joined as long as she could
as she nestled against his chest.
 
He was
damp with sweat and so was she, but she knew just how to remedy that
situation.
 
But not
until a little later.

She wanted to savor this
moment for as long as she could.

He wrapped his arms
around her waist and said, “I don't ever want to move from here.”