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  One Night

  One Night

  Copyright © 2011 by Robin L. Jones

  Revised (May 2012)

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  All characters in this compilation are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

  Prologue

  The tip of his tongue slowly traced the sensual lines of her mouth before covering it with his demanding passionate kiss. Shocks of tingling sensations raced throughout her body as a soft moan escaped her throat. The searing kiss ripped at her innermost senses, and her body slowly melted into him. Arms that had once dangled uselessly at her sides slowly crept up his tapered waist caressingly moving up his strong, muscular back. She pressed her body into his as the kiss intensified along with the beating of her heart. Never had she felt anything as remarkable as the taste of this man’s mouth.

  Gently his mouth eased from hers. Her eyes slowly opened. Dark, sultry eyes gazed passionately into a flushed heated face. Breathless she gazed up at him feeling his intoxicating passion, and at that moment, she knew nothing else mattered. All she wanted was for him to continue making her feel sensually aware of her body and his.

  His heart pounded against his chest. He could not recall ever feeling so sensually stimulated by a simple kiss. However, alluring this stunning woman’s kisses were, he sensed a touch of innocence that amazed him. His eyes held her as he untangled her arms from around him.

  Lifting her small hand to his lips," I better go,” he said softly in that spine-chilling rich tone.

  “Stay,” she countered breathless, placing her free hand on his chest moving closer to him.

  A thrill stirred deep within him. Never had he anticipated an invitation so badly. He held her face between his firm but gentle hands tilting her face slightly, his unwavering eyes gazing deep into hers demanding her full attention.

  “If I stay, I will make love to you,” his voice a caress and purposely seductive.

  “I know,” she whispered.

  Lustful eyes searched her face, needing to be sure she felt the same intense desire he felt. His hands slipped to her shoulders easing her closer to him. Lowering his head, he covered her mouth in a soul-stirring kiss. His hands inched slowly to her waist aligning her body to his as the now raw, daring, and intoxicating kiss drove the other senseless with unknown desire.

  A soft gasp escaped her when he effortlessly lifted her in his strong arms. His warm, dark eyes intently gazed upon her face. With easy strides, he moved across the floor to the oversized king-sized bed. She felt herself gently lowered to the bed. A rush of adrenaline coursed through her body increasing her heart rate to pure excitement. She didn’t know what to expect from this man, this stranger she recklessly invited to her hotel suite. The one thing she was sure of being from the moment he walked into the ballroom she was captivated. Never had she been so intensely aware of a man.

  In her business, she dealt with different types of men at one time or another, but none had ever affected her as this man has. Just the sight of him caused her body to feel wonderful and forbidden things. Things she has never experienced before, and now here she was, in her bed allowing this handsome, virile man to have his way with her. She was lost in a vortex. Any uncertainty vanished when his mouth trailed feather light kisses to her ear, tracing the shell there with his tongue. She gasped as jolts of electricity shot through her body. He took her mouth again, and this time the kiss was sheer, unadulterated mating. Purring, she turned her body to him easing her arms around him, pulling him closer into her quivering body. Tongues mingled and stroked as each one learned the taste of the other. His kisses left her dazed, drawing attention to the lovely sensation between her legs. The caress of his lips and warm breath traveled down her neck, spreading burning unfamiliar desire to her core.

  The need to taste her was foremost with her tantalizing aroma that allured and intoxicated him. Finding the rapid pulse there, he gently sucked her neck ensuing an inferno in her body. The sound of her deep purring ignited a fire deep within him. His hands slowly caressed her back pressing her closer into his body and feeling the heat permeating through the spider web design of her gown. Deftly his fingers found the zipper of the gown. With ease, the dress parted.

  A sharp gasp escaped her when chilly air touched her hot body. He pushed the dress down over her shoulders and arms to her waist exposing the lacy black bra that covered her full breast. He leaned away, his eyes appraising her full, lovely covered mounds. His hands ached to touch her, to feel her soft skin quaver beneath his hands. He sighed briefly closing his eyes as if savoring the feel of her under his touch. His hand moved to the front closure unfastening it with a flick of his fingers. He gently eased the garment aside exposing her to him. A moan of pleasure found its way from his throat at the obvious delight of what he saw.

  “Mm… beautiful” he murmured softly.

  Delicately he touched her, cupping her in his hands. His thumb circling her bud until it was hard and highly sensitive. Shifting her to her back his mouth covered her sensitive breast while his warm tongue caressed the delicate swollen bud gently as his hand slide slowly down her smooth stomach, slipping under the dress that hung between them. With ease, his fingers slipped inside the lace edged panties that cover her treasures stroking her and feeling the heat and the moisture gathering there.

  His hand stopped its slow gentle movement when he felt her body tense. Her eyes opened to his sultry gaze as he lazily studied the emotions she was sure she displayed. His intense gaze caused her breath to catch and hold in her chest. Not knowing what to expect but anticipating his next move while his deep, dark eyes constrained her from thinking or seeing anything but him. His fingers parted the swollen folds fondling the soft inner skin invading a place no man has ever been. Her tension eased, and she whimpered her pleasure. Folding her lips into her mouth, she tried to restrain any other sounds that were unfamiliar to her own ears.

  Slowly his strong gentle fingers moved further into the folds of her delicate body, giving and receiving pleasure from the whimpers of ecstasy he heard deep inside her while his finger lightly encircled the entrance to her body. With her head tilted back, eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly open, a sound of pure rapture escaped from her throat.

  He did not stop there; he wanted more from her. Just knowing he could extract from her the perils of uncontrolled enjoyment were his pleasure. Her response was real. Known for his prowess in bed, he could detect a fake. He had encountered a fair share of women in his time; women well versed in the art of using sex to trap a man. Somehow, this was different. She held innocence about her. Her reaction to his caresses, seem to surprise her, as if she never felt anything like this. His finger eased into moist, swollen body as her hip lifted against his hand as he ministered to her most secret part.

  Stunned by the pure sensation of the unknown, she knew this was the only man who could give her the fulfillment her body craved. Splendor coursed through her. The gentle pressure increasing to a rhythm he composed. An incoherent cry escaped her as she arched wildly against his hand. She felt the surge of his manhood evident against her hip and any reservations she may have had, faded, and replaced by her hazy fog of passion. Her eyes remained on his face while she fought through an erotic fog to focus on him.

  Clutching the duvet in her fists and her breath coming out in soft pants he knew she was in the midst of sexual ecstasy ready to go over the edge and he wanted to be inside her when she took
that plunge. Watching her reaction overwhelmed him. He needed to have her beneath him while he was still in control. Easing his hand from her, he rose and quickly removed his clothing watching as her body tremble with pleasure with a look of awe upon her face. He returned to her turning her in his arms as he eased the remainder of her clothing from her body. His eyes wandered down her body. The full breasts that he had tasted earlier were round and full sitting up proudly above her ribcage, leading down to a small waist and tight stomach and rounded hips.

  Leaning up on her elbow and with a slightly trembling hand, she reached out and touched his broad chest. Her slender fingers traveled down the muscles cording his stomach lingeringly, loving the sinewy feel under her fingertips. Below her hand was a thatch of curly hair and rising above his masculine male member. It was astonishing and just a little fearsome. Her heart slammed in her chest. Her head told her to run as fast as she can, but the rapid beat of her heart told her of the pleasure she was sure she would receive from this man. The slight tremor in her hand did not deter her from exploring more. Curiously, she gently closed her hand around him wanting to know the feel of him. She stroked the velvety hard skin of him loving the feel of him in her small hands. Shyly she looked up to his face. His eyes were shut, and a look of pure agony was on his handsome face. Stunned, she released her grip, only to have his hand close on hers, moving her hand slowly up and down the length of him, feeling him increase in size. She removed her hand and lowered her body on him with her legs on each side of his hips, feeling the warmth of his manhood cradled between her legs. She rubbed her body against his as her lips found the pulse of his neck while savoring the fresh scent of his skin.

  He caught her head between his hands bringing her face close, but not touching, just hovering, as their breaths mingled. His tongue traced the seam of her lips opening her mouth. His fingers slide through her hair pulling her to him kissing her, consuming her, intoxicating her. His hands caressed down to the curve of her back to her well rounded behind and gently squeezed. Gently he turned her to her back careful to keep between her legs. Bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders, he positioned himself to join with her and bring them both to the inevitable pleasure he knew they would receive. Taking an anticipated breath, he watched her face as he slipped the first inch into her. Her wetness was hot against his throbbing manhood, and he expanded. Another inch and the spasms he felt closed around him, his eyes widening in stunned awe.

  She moaned. She was coming!

  Her wetness raining down him as the spasms drew him into her. The deeper he sank the wetter she became. Eyes closed hands fisted in the cover, and the softest sexiest sounds coming from deep in her throat. She was magnificent. He never felt as he felt at that moment. Sweat gathered on his brow as he gazed on the unrestrained passion she displayed. Her tightness and unbridled passion threaten to cause him to lose control. He never experienced a woman with such pent up passionate emotions. He was determined to take it slow, savor this woman, and give her his all.

  She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders as she began moving beneath him searching, seeking for something she knew was there but not within her reach. She pushed her untutored hips up meeting his forward advances. Her legs wrapped around him seeking relief from the pressure again building in her body. She moaned with the strength of her tremors, each one with the promise of more of these incredible feelings she was experiencing.

  He needed to immerse himself in her, give her the orgasm she so eagerly seeks. He pulled her leg up to his waist, bracing himself on one elbow, holding her leg, ready to take them further to their goal. He pressed forward, something inside her tore.

  He stilled hearing the loud intake of her breath. Her movements halted...

  “Virgin,” he said softly, leaning up to look at her in utter disbelief.

  Trembling, her eyes slowly closed. She felt the tear and the sudden pain. Her body tensed as her heart pounded against her chest. This was it; this was what she wanted. The pain was minimal and fading now, there was no going back now. The only thing that went through her mind was, “Finally.”

  Carefully at first, she tilted her hips upward, bringing him further inside her, while her tightness pulsated around his hardened member, drawing him deeper her body adjusted to accommodate him. Inside her, he grew harder expanding the need for sweet surrender. Her body swiftly returned to the place of bliss, every nerve in her body aware of this new sensation. She was reaching into his soul pulling from him what no other women would or could ever do. Her head tilted back exposing her sensual neck and the pulse beating erratically as the ecstasy assaulted the very depth of her soul while her small body met his with slow, deliberate movements. She withered beneath him, loving the way his mouth sucked gently on her neck. She clasped his head lifting it away, her hazel eyes dark with passion gazing up at him. She had the look of pure desperation on her face, her movements beginning to become short and choppy.

  “Please,” she breathed against his lips.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he requested huskily. He kissed her tenderly, gently, remaining motionless. For once, he was at a lost sexually. He had never had a virgin, so he didn't know how to act or react to this. Therefore, he did what he knew best. Give her ultimate pleasure.

  When he felt her slender legs clench around him, he sank deeper inside her aroused virginal opening. Unabashed she cried out. His hands slipped under her bottom lifting driving into her, taking them sensually higher and higher.

  “Let me go,” she cried, lifting her body to him, her arms tightening around his neck. He allowed her to set the pace and soar as high as she wanted. He clasped her small face between his hands, demanding her attention, continuously moving inside her. He felt her pelvic meet his slow, rhythmic motion. Never has he been with a woman that matched his rhythm so perfectly, becoming one with him.

  “What you gave you can’t have back,” he stated firmly in a husky tone. She moaned softly and moved wildly beneath him matching him. In her innocence, she tormented him, pulling from him his very existence. She clung to him as he moved in her, creating a joyous turmoil that needed releasing. Together they peaked. She never felt anything so incredible, and he had never had such soul-stirring passion. He rolled from her pulling her close to him gently holding her while their bodies floated back to reality. He heard her breathing slow before she let out a soft sigh. His eyes closed. His last hope was she had to be more than just one night.

  She laid on her side her head resting in her hand watching the handsome stranger sleep. She was glad she awakened before him; she needed to leave before he awoke. She softly sighed. This had been a perfect night. One she was sure she would never forget. Had she known lovemaking could be so glorious, she would have tried it years ago. When he strolled late into the ballroom, out-shining all the other men in the room, she knew he was the one. Something inside her awakened at the mere sight of him. She smiled and gently caressed his bare shoulder.

  If her life were different, she would be more than happy to have many more nights with this beautiful man. However, one night was all she had to offer and wanted. She was glad she convinced him not to exchange names. Knowing his name would make it all too personal. All she wanted was to see how it felt to be held and loved by a man but not the complexities that a relationship would bring. Throwing caution to the wind and taking this chance was worth every exquisite moment she experienced.

  Easing from the bed, she quickly donned her clothes, leaving a note for the perfect man and leaving the perfect one nightstand behind. She was pleased with this one faithful night; a night she was sure that would stay with her for the rest of her life.

  Chapter One

  Lynwood Holland moved from the head of the boardroom table to the large window in the room. Unseeing, he stared out into the gray, gloomy Atlanta skies. Distantly he heard Ron James, his corporate attorney's voice droning in the background.

  What was wrong with him? Why can’t he forget her? Even after six months, h
e couldn’t eliminate the beautiful unidentified woman from his thoughts. Why did he let her convince him not to exchange names? At the time, it was an excellent idea. They were just a man and woman indulging in mindless sex, a simple one-night stand, something he never did. It was careless and extremely dangerous. Even when he knew at the time, he wanted to see her again and had his mind set to do so. Still he played the game of remaining nameless. But then he thought he would see her the next morning. Boy was he wrong.

  From the moment, he saw her move gracefully across the ballroom floor he was intrigued. She was magnificent. Her dark hair pulled away from her small, flawless, and perfect oval face. Her wild honey complexion proclaimed her angelic looks, and there was something else. Something he could not quite capture yet. In the perusal of her face, he couldn’t miss her small nose and perfect bow shaped temptingly curved mouth. As she floated across the floor, he took in her petite figure, her tiny waist and rounded hips. The gown that covered her shapely body appeared transparent, if it were not for the iridescent jeweled spider web design that adorned the gown. All he knew was he wanted to meet her. Finally, he had an opportunity to dance with her. The moment her small hand rested in his and he gazed into her hazel eyes, he was bewitched. After the dance, and not a minute later, she had her suite number on a slip of paper, simply saying “Tonight,” delivered to him. He would be crazy not to, he thought. No woman ever intrigued him, just by her appearance or by some small, insignificant repartee, yet she did, his one-night stand, his anonymous lover.

  At her suite they laughed, they talked, drank the best wine then she gave him her most precious gift, her virginity. It never crossed his mind that she was untouched. She carried herself with the air of quiet elegance and style. Only to discover passion was new to her. He wanted to teach her, to mold her, to give her pleasure, and he was arrogant enough to believe he was the only man who could bring that passion to life.