Page 44 of About That One Night
My words ignite a fire within her, and I can feel the heat between us, the electric charge that makes everything else fade away.
“Kiss me,” she whispers, her lips trembling with anticipation.
I crash my mouth onto hers; our kiss is intense and consuming. It’s as if I’m pouring all my pent-up emotions, my longing and passion, into this single moment. My hands roam her body, exploring, discovering. I drink in the feel of her, the scent of her jasmine perfume mingling with the heady aroma of exotic flowers that fills the air. The moment feelselectric, charged with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
The heat between us is palpable, a living entity that crackles and sparks with every touch. As our lips part briefly, I taste the faint hint of champagne on her tongue, and my hands move to her waist, drawing her even closer. The feel of her body against mine sends a jolt of desire coursing through me.
I deepen the kiss, losing myself in the sensation. Zoe’s hands find their way to my chest, her fingers splaying out over my shirt as she presses herself against me. This moment, this connection, is nothing like I’ve imagined but probably everything I’ve ever wanted.
As Zoe melts into my embrace, I remind myself to savor this moment. Even as I lose myself in the passion, I’m aware of how fleeting it might be.
Perhaps it’s the way Zoe’s eyes light up when she looks at me or the way she laughs at my jokes, the sound like music to my ears. Maybe it’s the way she fits so perfectly in my arms. Whatever it is, I shouldn’t care. It’s just about the now—this night or, if I’m lucky enough, I’ll have more.
As I kiss Zoe again, I focus on the feel of her lips against mine, the heat of her body against mine, and the knowledge that, at least for now, she is mine.
Our foreheads press together as we both try to catch our breath, the reality of the moment sinking in. Zoe’s eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I can feel her heartbeat against mine, the rhythm matching my own racing pulse. Theelectricity between us is palpable, and I know there’s no turning back now.
I lean in and kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the sensation of her lips against mine. The taste of champagne still lingers on her tongue, and I can’t help but deepen the kiss, my hands roaming over her body. She trembles beneath my touch, and I can feel her nails digging into the fabric of my shirt.
In this moment, nothing else matters but us. I want to freeze time, to stay in this moment forever. But I know that’s not possible. All good things must come to an end, and eventually, we’ll say goodbye.
For now, though, I push those thoughts aside and focus on the here and now. My hands roam over her body, feeling every curve and contour. She responds eagerly, her hands clinging to me as if I’m her lifeline.
I can feel the heat building between us, and I know that tonight will be a night we’ll never forget.
Breaking apart, I trace a path of kisses along the line of her jaw, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my lips. I continue down the smooth expanse of her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, the faint scent of vanilla and jasmine that clings to her. My heart thunders in my chest, a heady mix of desire and anticipation.
She gasps as I nip at her earlobe, her hands tightening in my hair. I can feel the heat radiating off of her, the electric energy that crackles between us. And in this moment, I know that she wants this as much as I do.
Stepping back, I survey her with a hungry gaze, taking in the way her dress clings to her curves, theway her lips are swollen and red from our kisses. Then, slowly, I raise my hand and make a circular motion with my finger.
Zoe’s eyes flick up to meet mine, a flash of excitement in their depths. Without hesitation, she spins around, her movements fluid and graceful. I take a moment to admire the view, the way the moonlight casts shadows across her body, the way her light brown hair cascades down her back like a shimmering waterfall.
Slowly, I unzip the back of Zoe’s dress, my fingers trailing over her spine as the fabric falls away. I spot the lacy black panties she’s wearing, and I can’t help but feel a surge of desire. “You’re beautiful,” I murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder. She shivers at the contact, her body trembling against mine. I can feel the heat radiating off her.
Zoe gasps as I nip at her earlobe, her hands tightening on my arms. I can feel the heat of her body against mine, the way her hips move instinctively toward me.
“Feel what you do to me, baby? Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, my voice soft but insistent.
Zoe nods, her eyes wide and trusting. “Yes.”
And with that, I lean in to claim her lips once more, savoring the taste of champagne and desire.
I push her up against the door, her back hitting the wood with a soft thud. She giggles, a sound that’s both nervous and excited. I can’t help but smile as I start to trail kisses from hip to hip.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmur, my lipsbrushing against her skin. She shivers under my touch, goosebumps breaking out on her arms.
“Spread your legs for me,” I demand, my voice low and husky. I want to see all of her, every secret part of her.
She complies without hesitation, her eyes wide with anticipation. I can see the wetness on her thighs, and I know she’s ready for me. I pull the lacy panties down over her hips, watching as they fall to her ankles. She steps out of them, leaving her completely exposed to me.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, my eyes raking over her naked body. “And so damn ready for me.”
I can feel her eagerness as I run my fingers along her folds, feeling her wetness and her need. She moans softly, arching into my touch. I lean in, my tongue darting out to taste her. She tastes like heaven, and I can’t get enough.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” I murmur, looking up at her through my lashes. “You’ve missed this, haven’t you?”
She nods, biting her bottom lip, her eyes filled with desire. “Yes, Max. I’ve been craving you.”
