Page 27 of One Night Valentine

I lick my lips. I’m a weak, weak man. “What’s your proposition?”

She traces her thumb over the pulse at my neck. I’m barely holding on here. She’s had to go to her tiptoes to reach me, and her hot body is pressed against mine. I can feel her erect nipples as they scrape against my chest. For just a second, there’s a flash of insecurity on her face, but then she pulls her shoulders back and leans into me. “One night.”

I chuckle. “I thought we already decided on that.”

She shakes her head, and I notice her eyes darken with desire as she slides her other hand up my chest and on the other side of my neck. “I want you, Cruz. And before you list all those reasons you have of why this is a bad idea, I want you to listen to my reasons of why it’s a good idea.”

Every muscle in my body is tense. It’s taking everything in me to hold still when all I want to do is carry her to my room and have my way with her.

My voice is thick. “Tell me your reasons.”

She is stroking her fingers along my shoulders and neck, but I remain focused on what she’s saying. “Okay, reason number one. I want you.”

I put my hands at her waist, and she sucks in a breath. “Reason number two, when you touch me, I feel things I’ve never felt before.”

My grip tightens on her, fingers digging into her hips, and she gasps. “Reason number three, I’ve never had an orgasm with a man, and I think you could give me one.”

My hands slide around her, and I rest them on her lower back, pulling her body flush to mine. My cock is hard between us, and she tilts her pelvis to get even closer. I barely hold back my groan. “I know I can.”

She licks her lips. “How about it, Cruz? No one will have to know, and tomorrow we can go back to being fr-friends.”

I want to argue with her and claim her as mine here and now, but that’s not what she’s offering. She wants a good time, and if I was a better man, I’d turn her away. I’d send her to her room and forget this ever happened, but I know that’s not possible. Before I can think twice about it, I cup her ass in my hands and lift her up. Her legs go around me, and before I take one step to my bedroom, I search her face for any doubts. “Are you sure?”

She loops her arms around my neck. “Oh, I’m sure.”

She barely gets the words out and I take her to my room, kicking the door shut behind us. “Give me your mouth.”

She smiles and shakes her head. “I usually don’t like to be told what to do.”

Fuck, this girl is going to have me by the balls, I just know it. “Give me your mouth,” I demand.

She leans toward me, and as soon as our lips touch, I know I’m making the right decision. I can’t—hell, I don’t want to resist her, and the more time I spend with her, the more I know I’m not going to walk away after one night with her.

The kiss is explosive. All the ones before have been with an audience and I’ve held back, but there’s no holding back now. When she tilts her head, giving me better access, I let my tongue slide along hers. She whimpers, and I wrap my arms around her, crushing her to my body. Everything about this feels right.

I come up for breath, but then kiss along her neck, and she leans back, giving me access to her. I gently lay her back on the bed, and when I go to lift up, she holds on to me. “Where are you going?”

Smiling, I kiss her again, hovering over her, afraid my weight will be too much for her. “I’m going to take off my shoes.”

She giggles and lets go of me. I take my time removing my shoes and socks. I’m trying to get myself under control because this could easily be over too quickly. I’m pulling off my collared shirt when she stands up and puts her hands to my bare chest. I toss my shirt to the chair, and she slides her hands across my abdomen, circling her fingers around my nipple. I stop her hand. “Your turn.”

Her eyebrows lift at the challenge, but she doesn’t cower. She lifts the hem of her shirt up and pulls her tank top from her body. But she doesn’t stop there.

She pulls her shorts down her legs and kicks them off, and then she’s standing in front of me in a pair of black lace panties and matching bra.

My heart is racing, and I groan. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

She reaches for my belt and undoes it before unsnapping my pants. I remove them, and as I stand up, she’s leaning back, looking at my boxers that are tented from my arousal. She puts her hands at my waist. “May I?”

Damn, is she asking if she can take my underwear off? I’m going to do my best not to come right here, right now. I give her a nod, and she hooks her fingers into the side of my shorts. It feels like it takes forever as she pulls them down. My eyes are on her, but she’s staring at my manhood. When she licks her lips, I swear my cock twitches right in front of her face.

I step out of my shorts, and she wraps her hand around my girth. My hips flex, and she wastes no time as she kisses the tip and then opens up, taking me into her hot mouth. My hand goesto her hair that is still twisted on the top of her head. I pull at the pins, letting her hair fall, and then wrap it around my hand. She moans, and I pump my hips.

Her hands are on my thighs, fingernails digging into my skin, and my body is taut. She’s bobbing her head, taking me deeper, and when my cock hits the back of her throat she moans, and I have to force my hips back. With a pop, her lips smack together, and she’s pouting as she looks up at me. “Why did you stop?”

I lift her up and palm her pussy through her panties. I press my finger to the dampness of her panties. “Because I want to come here.”

With one hand, I unlatch her bra, and it falls from her shoulders. I cup her breasts and then suckle each one. Her back is arched, pressing herself into me, and she moans as I suck harder.

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