Page 62 of One Night With You

“And now we’re here.”

We finished our dinner, with both of us eating way too much food, but I couldn’t help it, he’d gotten an extra meal, that way we could indeed try everything that we wanted, and it looked like he would be living on leftovers for the next couple of days. While we waited for the check and our boxes, I blinked when I realized I recognized a couple of people at the table across the way.

“Is that Aria and Travis?” I asked, my voice low. Kingston turned slightly so he could see and nodded.

“Yep. Looks like a double date.”

“But I thought they were dating.”

He shook his head. “No, they’re just friends. Aria might feel something for Travis, but Travis has his head too far up his ass to see.”

I raised both brows at him, but he didn’t elaborate.

Before we could say anything, we got the check, and then packaged up all of Kingston’s leftovers. As we made our way out, Aria waved at us, but didn’t beckon us over. We gave her space, since we didn’t want to make anything more awkward, but something just felt off.

“So where to next?” I asked, my heart in my throat.

“What do you say to dessert?” he asked, again raising that single brow.

“Is that a line?”

“Of course.”

“Okay then, let’s go.”

His eyes widened for an instant, then he leaned over the center console, and brushed his lips against mine.

“Let’s go.”

And dessert might have taken all night.

Who needed sleep when you lived in the moment?

14

KINGSTON

Iwoke to a soft, warm body pressed against me and even though I hadn’t slept for shit, and it felt as if a two-ton anvil was on my chest, I smiled. Claire lay on her side, one hand raised slightly to hold my own—something we’d both done in our sleep and hadn’t even noticed. Her naked back lay against my front and every inch of her curves molded to my body.

This wasn’t a bad way to wake up to be honest.

In fact, it was something I wanted to continue doing. Just like I wanted to continue running my hand up her thigh and then over her stomach to between her legs.

Claire awoke with a gasp, my fingers playing with her clit and then between her folds. “Good morning,” she moaned, rocking into me.

“Good morning.” I licked at her neck and bit down gently, loving the way she squirmed in my hold. She arched her back, pressing her ass firmly against my rock-hard erection and it was everything I could do not to slide into her right then and there. Instead, I held myself back, slowly bringing her to climax as she lay in my arms, the rising sun barely breaking through the blinds. And when her inner folds clamped around my fingers, I continued to move, loving the way she gasped my name.

As she writhed, I took the condom I’d left on the nightstand before and quickly sheathed myself before lifting her leg and sliding deep inside her. We both moaned and the movement, the feeling of her wet heat, was nearly too much to comprehend as I began to rock in and out of her.

“So. Full.”

“I love this,” I moaned and nearly froze, realizing what I’d said. But she hadn’t seemed to hear as she moved against me, so I let those words slip by as I continued to move, each one of us nearing the peak.

I hadn’t saidI love you—butthis. And while that was a difference, it was the closest I’d ever been to saying the true words. And as I nearly came to terms with what that meant, my orgasm finally shook me, my balls tightening, my release hard and fast. Claire’s pussy pulsated around my dick, her hand reaching betweenher legs to press the V of her fingers around where we were connected, elongating the orgasm for both of us.

And when we could finally catch our breath, the words I’d whispered were long gone and merely a memory.

“I really like waking up that way. Just saying.”

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