Page 20 of One Night Only

“You’re crazy.”

I’ve been called that before, but there’s something refreshing in the way he says it. Like he needs a little bit of crazy in his life.

Like he needs a little dose of me.

He plops a kiss on my lips and starts moving.

Dr. Cross groans as I glide up and down. “And gorgeous.” Another kiss with his tongue invading my mouth. His strokes get wilder, hungrier, hotter. He’s devouring me, and I’m melting from the inside out. “And funny and sexy and… fuck, Annika.”

This time, he doesn’t let me up for air. He ravages my mouth. Nips and bites and licks and soothes my lips. I slip down his hard body and feel the broad head of his erection notching up against my damp folds. Fire ignites inside me at the fleeting contact.

My mouth dries, imagining how he would feel inside me. I’m desperate to know how he moves, how he chases his climax, how he looks when he falls apart.

I can barely catch my breath while he carries and kisses me, calls me delicious adjectives,andmoves steadily towardsome destination. My bottom hits something hard, and my back comes up against something solid, but I’m nothing but pure sensation.

I’m made of cotton candy, fizzy champagne, and that delicious custard that falls apart at one lick. I’ve never liked my body more than when I’m in his arms.

I’ve never liked myself more than when I’m with him.

“This is what I want.” I press my palms against his chest, pulling back.

His heart is thundering under my palm. “Ani…”

I cover his mouth, determined to say my piece. “This isn’t just some forbidden fantasy night with a stranger who will fuck me and walk away. If it was all I wanted…” I shake my head and pull my arms away from him. “I had a crush on you before I saw you. When you walked in and I realized who you were, I felt like I was hit by lightning. And now… after you’ve asked me questions that no one ever has, I want more. I want to know if it will be as good as I think it will be between us.”

Chapter Twelve

Ethan

I ruba hand over my face, undone by her honesty.

With each word she blurts out, my self-control and my strategy are shredded to bits. For all that I feel like I’m about to burst out of my trousers; I didn’t plan to fuck her tonight.

I wanted to steal some kisses, get to know her, build this tenuous connection into something more solid. Persuade her to stay with me for a few more days. Especially since she admitted to not having anywhere to go immediately.

I want to pamper her in any way she will let me. Look after her. Probe her for all her secrets and future plans and stitch myself into them.

But this girl upends me and my plans in the best of ways. I know that now, and I fully accept it. Nothing about this, about…usis going to be easy. I’m committed to her anyway.

I haven’t known that kind of unshakeable conviction except about going to med school. My head is dizzy from all the catching up it has to do with my heart.

“You have that disapproving look in your eyes again.” Her voice is small, and I hate it. “Like when you caught me flirting with Bruno Mars earlier.”

“I wasn’t disapproving of you, but myself,” I say, pulling her to the edge of the dresser I’ve put her on. Holding her gaze, I push her knees indecently wide and move closer.

Her “Why”is breathy.

“Because my mind went there instantly with you. And I don’t sexualize women immediately like that. Like ever.”

“Only me then?” She flutters her eyelashes as if I’ve paid her the most elegant compliment. “I feel so special.”

Her sass goes straight to my balls, and God, I need relief. This is the longest foreplay I’ve ever indulged in, and I won’t be surprised if I turn into a two-pump chump the second I get inside her.

Fuck, Ineedto do this right.

I grab the hem of her shirt,my shirt, and start rolling it up. “Do you see what’s up against that wall?”

“Floor-to-ceiling windows, with rain streaking the glass.”

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