Page 51 of One Reckless Night

He stepped back, his eyes dark with desire as they roamed over me. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but there was something in the way he looked at me that made me feel powerful.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said.

He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of my hip. I couldn’t suppress the small gasp that escaped my lips. It took him mere seconds to unhook the pushup bra and toss it to the floor.

I heard him groan. “Damn. These are fucking amazing.”

He lowered his mouth once again. His tongue swirled around my nipple, sending shivers down my spine. My body throbbed with the need for him. I ached for him.

I felt his hands slide down to the silk of my thong, his fingers tracing the outline before pulling it down. I stepped out of it, letting it drop to the floor as well.

“I have to know,” he murmured.

I was confused. “What?”

A second later, he dropped to his knees in front of me and I knew exactly what he was going to do.

I gasped as his mouth found me. His tongue lapped over me with just enough pressure to make my knees buckle. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding on for dear life as he explored me with a kind of focus and intensity I’d never experienced before. Every flick of his tongue, every soft hum against my skin, sent bursts of pleasure coursing through me.

My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. If anything, he seemed to take my moans as encouragement. His hands gripped my hips to keep me steady as he continued to lap and suckle at the most sensitive part of me.

I bit my lip to stifle a cry, but it was no use. The sounds escaping me were raw, unfiltered, and entirely out of my control. My thoughts blurred into a haze of need and desire.

“Oh God,” I whispered, my head falling back against the wall. My legs trembled, my breath coming in shallow gasps as he worked me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel it coming, that delicious, unbearable tension coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might shatter.

And then I did.

My body arched as the wave crashed over me, a cry tearing from my throat. Pleasure exploded through every fiber of my being. Jared didn’t let up, drawing out the sensation until I was a trembling mess, clinging to him for support.

When he finally pulled away, I felt empty. I needed him.

He stood up, wiping his mouth as he stared at me with pure heat.

“Come here,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me toward the bed.

I followed him, eager to feel that connection again. He pushed me onto the bed and covered my body with his. The hard line of his erection pushed against me. Heat radiated from it like a furnace.

He kissed me again, this time with more desperation than before. His hands roamed over my body once again. His fingers found their way inside me, stroking and teasing until I cried out for more.

He lined his cock up with my entrance and pushed inside.

The feeling of being filled overwhelmed me. He started to move. His thrusts were slow at first, deliberate, as if he was savoring every inch of me. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he filled me completely. His eyes locked with mine.

“Amelia,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “You are incredible.”

I couldn’t speak. He began to move faster, his hips driving into me with a rhythm that made my head spin.

His lips found mine again, the kiss messy and hungry. I kissed him back with equal fervor, my hands roaming over his back. He groaned into my mouth, his pace quickening until the room was filled with the sound of our ragged breathing and the slap of skin against skin.

“Jared, please,” I moaned, my voice breaking as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me.

He knew what I needed without me having to say it. It was minutes later that he pushed me into another orgasm. Jared followed shortly after, his own release shuddering through him as he buried himself deep inside me.

We lay there in silence for a moment, our skin still slick with sweat, our breathing finally slowing down. He slid off me and, without saying a word, pulled me against him. “Sleep,” he murmured.

When I woke up the next morning, I was alone. The bed was cold, and the room was silent. I sat up and looked around. Jared was gone. Disappointment filled me, even though I had expected him to leave me high and day.

I climbed out of bed and grabbed my clothes from the floor. I pulled on my dress and popped my head out to make sure no one was in the hall. What had I done? Was this a mistake? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I couldn’t stay here.

I slipped out of his room and back into mine, closing the door behind me. Last night had been incredible. But now, in the cold light of day, I wasn’t sure how to move forward.

I didn’t know what this meant for us but one thing was clear: things between Jared and me had changed. And there was no going back. There was no way I was going to be able to look at the man the same way again.

What have I done?