He's so thick and long. I love how I can feel his throbbing pulse.
Slowly, I move my hand down his shaft.
His breath hisses out.
I probably shouldn't be doing this, but I have only one night with this incredible man.
And I was going to take whatever part of him I could.
Lifting myself further, I hold him at my entrance, waiting for him to stop me, silently and desperately praying that he won't. Slowly, I insert the tip, bringing my eyes up to his. His jaw is clenched, his eyes penetrating mine.
I watch him as he watches me, each of us reveling in the feeling of the other as I continue to slowly lower myself. I sigh deeply, contentedly as I sit fully on him, allowing myself to stretch around his thick, long length.
Leaning back, I arch my back as I place my hands on his upper thighs for leverage to lift and lower myself. My head is thrown back from the sheer feeling of him stretching me, of me taking possession of him. His hands come up to grasp my ass, assisting in helping me move more rapidly, more deeply, on top of him.
"Cass..." he moans my name and then I feel his breath on my tightened nipple as he sits up. He releases one hand from my ass to cup my breast, his hot mouth latching onto it.
I grind myself onto him, wanting to absorb every inch of him into me.
"Fuck..." he pants as he releases my nipple to move to the other.
The hand that is still on my bottom squeezes tighter, tugging me down faster and faster onto his cock.
I lift my head and staring into his eyes, I let myself go, his name coming softly from my lips as I shudder and shake. I feel my orgasm flow through my entire body, causing my toes to curl into the bedding that has become bunched around us. I collapse forward onto him but he isn't done with me.
He quickly flips us so that I’m now on the bottom before he’s flipping me again, pushing me to my stomach before he roughly grasps my hips, pulling me up until I’m on my hands and knees before him.
I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s slamming himself back inside of me, rooting himself deep. His thrusts become almost violent but it only spurs me on as my breasts swing back and forth, my arms threatening to give out.
Leaning over my back, he whispers, "I’m going to cum in you."
My womb clenches, my vagina squeezing him tight at his words, as another orgasm rakes through me. I feel him spurting deep inside of me and the feeling of it sends another zing through my entire body, causing another quake to flow through me.
I fall forward onto my stomach, with Borden landing on top of me.
We are silent for a few moments before reality seeps in. I feel his body stiffen, his breath catch.
"I hope you are on birth control," he whispers into my ear.
"Yes," I whisper back. I feel him slowly relax.
There are a few moments of silence and then he whispers, "I’ve never done that before."
I freeze.
"What?" I ask.
"I've never had sex without a condom before."
Stunned, I ask, "Not even with a girlfriend?"
He’s quiet for a brief moment before he admits, "I've never had a steady girlfriend."
Abruptly, he pushes himself off me. I lay there, now stunned because this hot guy has unbelievably never had a girlfriend.
Turning onto my back, I look at him sitting on the edge of my bed, the long hair and tattoos screaming the opposite of what I’m learning about this man.
"Why have you never had a girlfriend?" I ask quietly.
He sighs as I watch him mull over how to respond to me.
"I travel a lot," is his final response, cautious.
There’s something that he doesn't want me to know. I can feel it. I also know he will never tell me.
"Why do you travel so much?" I decide to ask anyway.
His eyes come to me quickly.
"For work," he responds, caution in his tone.
I look him over, wanting to ask more but I sense he won't be open to this line of questioning.
This is a one-night stand, - I silently remind myself. We are not here to get to know each other's lives, only to enjoy a mutually satisfying night.
Sitting up, I kiss his shoulder and I feel him relax as his arm comes around me.
"I need to shower. Come with me," he whispers into my hair.
I nod and allow him to pull me to my feet. I show him the way to my bathroom and as we shower together, he gently moves his hands over my body, almost reverently, as he cleans me.
And as he runs the towel over my body to dry me, I feel an emotional ache fill me as I know that it’s almost time for me to let him go.
Also knowing that I need to emotionally detach myself somehow, I take the towel from his hands and wrap it around me before turning to brush my hair at the sink. I feel his lips on the skin of my back and I can’t help it as my eyes connect with his in the mirror.
I see the remorse in his eyes.
"I have to go," he whispers.
NO! - my mind screams, my brush pausing in my strokes. It's too soon.
But instead, I bite my lip, as I hold his eyes.
"Cass..." he sighs, his forehead coming down to rest against my shoulder. I feel his heavy sigh against my skin on my upper back and then he’s lifting his head again before turning me to face him. Sliding both of his hands under my jaw, he lifts my face so he can press kisses to my lips.
My heart feels as if it’s being torn from my chest. I feel a sob wanting to escape and I can't help myself as my arms go around him, trying to keep him from going.
He pulls me tight, kissing me softly. Then soon, much too soon, he’s reaching up to unclasp my clinging arms from around his neck.
I know I have to let go.
I force my arms to remain at my side, instead of turning into the clinging person I don't ever want to be.
He takes my hand and leads me back to my bedroom. I sit on the edge of my bed with only my towel around me, my heart wrenching as I watch him slip his boots and jeans on. I can't fight the silent tear that escapes as he pulls his t-shirt down over his damp hair. He was here with me for such a short time but still managed to touch me deeply.
His gaze comes to my face and I see the torture in his eyes.
"Come here," he whispers, pulling me up to him.
I wrap my arms around him, forcing the sobs back as I cling to him. I inhale his scent, storing it away.
He squeezes me tightly before pushing me back to look into my eyes as he whispers, "I'm so glad I met you, Cass. I know it has been much too short but I'd rather this than not having known you at all. But I also know that I’ll see you again someday."
I nod, trying to swallow around the lump.
I can't speak.
It stupidly hurts too much.
He takes my hand again before reaching into his pocket for his phone.
Smiling softly at me, he asks in a gently teasing tone, "Can I have your number?"
I swallow again, as I nod.
Focus on what you had for one night, - I reiterate over and over in my head.
I take his phone, swallowing thickly, and add my name and number to his contacts. I quickly send a text to my phone so that I have his number as well.
Somberly, I pass his phone back to him.
Then sighing deeply, he leans down, kissing me lightly. I close my eyes, savoring.
My eyes open as he disentangles his hand from mine slowly, our fingertips the last to touch.
And then he’s gone.
Like he never existed.
I look back at my bed, the duvet and sheet in disarray is now the only evidence of our one night together.
I silently wonder if I will ever see him again.
I hear my phone ding in my jeans pocket. Stumbling to them, I bend down and scoop them up, withdrawing my phone.
Borden: The best moment of my life was meeting you.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
This story was previously published in October 2016
as a short story. After many requests from readers, Katherine continued this story in her Inescapable Series on October 17, 2018. Link below to order.
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Dedication:
For Rebecca Fowler, my daughter & greatest accomplishment,
always my inspiration to accomplish my dreams. Because a mom is the greatest example for a daughter – to follow her own dreams someday.
Special Thanks:
To my amazing and very supportive proof-readers who are some of my greatest fans! Debbie Mahon, Kelly Ann Marshall, Colleen Fowler, Janice Fowler and Jane Krahe – the time you took to not only read but to go back and proofread One Night Only. It will never be forgotten. Thank you so very, very much.
Also, many thanks to my hubby, my biggest fan, who broadcasted to everyone he knew that I was a romance writer while I was still very much afraid to be me.
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About The Author
With her debut series, "Captivated," reaching #1 on Amazon and #2 on iTunes, Katherine King has established herself as an International Bestselling Romance Author. A mother, wife, dog lover, restauranteur and innkeeper, Katherine wears many hats...but by far her favourite job is being a writer. Sign up for her free starter library at www.katherineking2001.com
THE INESCAPABLE SERIES (One Night Only) is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is of the author’s imagination.
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Did you love Inescapable: Book One (One Night Only)? Then you should read Inescapable: Book Two by Katherine King!
From #1 International Bestselling Romance Author, Katherine King, comes the continuation of Cass and Borden; the short story One Night Only, that left Katherine's readers begging for more.
Inescapable
Borden:
Why did she still have to come into my dreams and play with me?
I'm so sick of this dreaming about her.
Every night...the hell that I go through.
I'm so sick of this waking every night, gripping my sheets tight in my fists when I relive that night with her... The way her lips curled when she swam teasingly away from me, silently encouraging me to follow her. To taste and touch her, be with her even if all we had was one night.
But these dreams that I've had of her every night since then... They were like shadows that danced forever in my mind and seeing her with him...touching skin that I'd once touched, tasting the skin that I still craved, I sometimes wish I could unkiss her, untouch her because I know that's the only way I'd ever be able to take my heart back.
Because my heart has been hers ever since that one night so long ago...
The continuation of previously published short story One Night Only.
Filled with sizzling sex scenes and a roller coaster ride of emotions, The Inescapable Series is a set of stories that will keep you wanting more.
Read more at Katherine King’s site.
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