Page 5 of One Night

"I don't either," he says.

"You don't?" I ask, surprised. I assumed a guy as hot as him would do stuff like this all the time.

"I've never hooked up with a girl right after meeting her." He smiles a little. "But don't tell anyone that. My friend thinks I do this all the time and if he found out I didn't, he'd give me shit about it."

"You mean Kevin?"

He laughs a little. "No. Kevin and I aren't that good of friends. I was talking about Van, my roommate. We've been friends since we were kids. We're both from Chicago and ended up staying here and going to the same college. We live in a house a few blocks away. We have a band."

"You're in a band?" I sit up a little. "What do you play?"

"Guitar. And I'm the lead singer."

He's the lead singer in a band? And he's this hot? He must have girls constantly wanting to date him.

"And you've never done this?" I ask, now doubting his comment.

"No. I've had plenty of opportunities. I just chose not to take them."

"Then why now? Why tonight?"

He pauses, gazing at me as his hand lifts to the side of my face, resting behind my ear. "There was just something about you. I saw you across the room and...I don't know how to describe it. It was like there was this pull...something drawing me to you. You're gorgeous, so obviously there was that but there was something else." He sees me staring at him and chuckles. "I sound crazy, don't I?"

I lightly shake my head. "No. Not at all. I felt the same way."

"I kind of thought you did. This is going to sound even crazier but I could tell you were feeling the same way. It's almost like I could feel it. That's why I kissed you. I know I shouldn't have done that but it's like I couldn't stop myself. And then once I did I—"

"Had to do it again," I say, finishing his thought. "Because it was like no kiss you'd ever had before. You had to do it again to make sure it was real."

"Exactly," he says as he leans toward me.

"It was perfect," I whisper, closing my eyes as I feel his warm breath over my mouth.

"More than perfect," he whispers back, his lips brushing over mine.

I suck in a breath, my whole body awakening as he kisses me. His hand cups the side of my head, then gently places it on the pillow as I lie back on the bed. He remains on his side, his hand moving down to my waist. He holds it there as he takes the kiss deeper, his tongue moving slow and deep in my mouth, mimicking the way his hips moved earlier when he was inside me. Then his hand moves to the top of my blouse and begins slowly unbuttoning it.

He reaches the last button, then slides the fabric aside and I feel his warm hand brush over my skin. He stops suddenly. "You okay?"

I open my eyes and see him looking at me with concern. His eyes are so expressive. So honest. Revealing so much.

"I'm fine." I half smile. "Why?"

"You're shaking," he says, gazing down at my chest, his finger moving slowly up the center.

He's right. I'm trembling, not from fear, but from arousal. His touch has every nerve in my body responding.

"It's you," I say, closing my eyes again. "When you touch me."

His hand halts its movement. "You want me to stop?"

"No." I arch into his hand. "Don't stop. I like it." I smile. "I want more."

He leans down and kisses me and I feel his hand at my shoulder, slowly sliding my bra strap down. His lips trail down to my breast as his hand slides up my thigh under my skirt.

My eyes are closed, head tipped back, my breaths ragged as he touches me, making me want him again. Once just wasn't enough.

"Amber," I hear him say.

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