Just One Night
stuttered
painfully and her stomach clenched at his words.   She smoothed her hands across his damp
shoulders and down his arms to his hands.   She twined her fingers with his and said, “Is that all this is or ever
will be?   Just one
night?”
    * * *
    Jase knew the answer
he wanted to give, but didn't yet trust that she was ready for a full out
admission of love.   Maybe he wasn’t ready
for it either.   Or if he was being totally
honest with himself, maybe he wasn’t ready in case she decided to reject him.
    “That's up to you, Nickie ,” he said hesitantly.
    She met his gaze, hers suddenly clouded and filled with doubt.   She worried her lower lip with her teeth and
he leaned forward and kissed that spot.   Whispered against her lips, “No regrets, remember?”
    “No regrets,” she
whispered back and answered his kiss, opening her mouth to him and accepting
his every lick, bite, and taste.   Exploring his mouth with hers until he was nearly ready to come
just from the pleasure of her kiss.
    He held back his
release, wanting just a little more of her to remember for when he was gone.
    Bending, he caressed her
breasts and helped himself to the taste and feel of her delicious tits, smiling
against them at her urgent cries of need.
    He moved lower, kneeling
before her and as his gaze skipped up to hers, there
was no doubt about what she wanted.
    He parted her gently,
mindful of her tenderness.   Softly he
brushed a kiss across her clit as the warm water streamed down her body and
between her legs.
    She moaned and shifted
against him.   She grabbed hold of his
shoulders and her nails bit into his skin as she held him tight.
    The sharp sting of them
made his balls hard and he groaned against her clit from his need.
    She gasped his name and
urged him up, parting her thighs as she did so.   Guiding him to her and he eased in slowly.   Carefully.   Stood there joined with her
as the water rained down on them and against them.   Warmed every inch of their
bodies that wasn't already heated from their caresses.
    He locked his gaze with
hers as he braced his hands on the shower stall behind her head.   Her long hair was seal black from the wet and
plastered against her head and shoulders, exposing her heart-shaped face and
long elegant neck.   Her expressive hazel
eyes were almost cocoa with desire and so alive with everything she was feeling
at that moment.
    God, but she’s
beautiful and she’s mine , he thought.
    She cradled his cheek
and skimmed her thumb against his rough morning beard.   “ Jase ,” she began
hesitantly, but then something came over her.   He could see it in her features as she plowed on, all doubt gone.
    “I love you, Jase . God, I so love you and if you don’t love me back,
please don’t say another word, ‘ cause I don’t think I
could handle it right now.”
    He dug his fingers through
the wet strands of his hair and grinned broadly. “God, Nickie .   I love you, too,” he said and emotion
overwhelmed control.
    He came inside her,
spilling himself deep within and a moment later, her release exploded around
him, milking him.   Drawing
him ever deeper.
    For long moments they
stood there, holding onto satisfaction for as long as they could.   Forgetting the world around
them for as long as they could.
    But as his watch alarm
beeped in warning, it was impossible for them to face the inevitable.
    Their one night together
was over.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 8
    Nickie leaned against
her door, her arms trapped behind her body to keep her from doing something
stupid, like begging him not to leave.
    She bit her bottom lip
to keep from crying – again –   as Jase approached, dressed all in
black once more.   Leaving her exactly as
he’d come to her for their one night together.
    Maybe not
exactly.   She didn’t think that either of
them could ever be the same again after tonight.
    He paused in front of
her and started to speak, but then his normally mobile and smiling

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