Just One Night (The Kingston Family 1)

She swallowed back the argument that automatically rose, because if she looked deep, she didn’t want to be alone. She wanted to lie down in Linc’s big bed and let him comfort her while she fell asleep.

“Okay, thanks. I will.” After padding into his room, slowly wilting, she brushed her teeth again because she was getting into bed with Linc, turned down the covers, crawled onto the mattress, and immediately passed out.

* * *

Something warm and heavy cushioned Jordan in suffocating heat. She adjusted herself and tried to push off the comforter, but a hard barrier stopped her. She blinked and remembered. She was in Linc’s bed, and his arm was wrapped securely around her, holding the covers in place.

She attempted to wriggle free and he clamped his arm tighter.

“Going somewhere?” he asked in a morning-roughened voice.

A sexy gruff voice that had her relaxing back into him. Morning wood stood stiff against her lower back, and she moaned at the feel of his sizeable erection.

She closed her eyes and accepted the inevitable. She couldn’t resist him and didn’t want to, and knowing she was done fighting, at least for now, she rolled within his embrace and turned to face him.

A light coating of beard covered his face, and she ran her hand over the stubble. “I like the scruffy look,” she murmured.

He caught her wrist in his hand. “I like waking up to you in my bed.”

She couldn’t hold back her smile. “I’m not going to give you a hard time for bringing me here. And I’m not going to fight us. Not right now.”

“What changed?” he asked, clearly needing to understand.

She sighed. “I can’t deny the attraction between us, and it’s taking too much out of me to try.” Biting down on her lower lip, she wondered how deep to delve, how much of herself to give.

In the end, she couldn’t be anything but honest. “Last night was emotional, and you understood without my having to explain.” It had broken down her defenses and put her in a place where she was willing to act on their mutual need.

“Well, I’m glad.”

She swallowed hard. She didn’t know what the future held, and yes, thinking of things imploding and changing scared her. But she wasn’t willing to walk away from him now. “Do you really want to waste time talking?” she asked.

He treated her to his sexiest grin. “Hell no.” And then he pounced, his big body coming over hers and capturing her beneath him.

As she wound her arms around his neck, his mouth came down on hers. He kissed her long and hard. He kissed her like his life depended on it. And she returned the sentiment, teasing back with her tongue, nipping with her teeth, dragging her nails down his back as their bodies ground together.

He lifted his head, drew in a harsh breath, and sat up so he could wrangle her tee shirt over her hips, her torso, and as she raised her arms, he was able to complete his mission. He flung the shirt onto the floor, leaving her naked except for her underwear. She wriggled them off, then pushed herself farther up on the bed. Meanwhile, he’d hopped off and stripped off his boxer briefs.

She glanced at his thick cock, hard and ready for her, and a moan left her throat.

Hearing the sound, he grinned before pulling open his nightstand and retrieving a condom, ripping it open, and gliding the covering over his erection.

He returned, climbing onto the bed and brushing a roughened fingertip over her nipple. Her pussy spasmed and her hips arched off the mattress.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said, desire glittering in his eyes. “And I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

She opened her eyes wide. Before she could otherwise react, he spoke. “Up and on your knees, baby.”

At his domineering tone, her nipples hardened, and she had no problem obeying. If she was going to give up the fight, she would enjoy every last minute.

She turned and settled on all fours, her entire body humming with anticipation even as she wondered why he’d positioned her this way. Maybe he just liked it. Or, knowing Linc, maybe he sensed she didn’t want to see him face-to-face and add to the emotional overload she’d experienced. Regardless of why, she’d take it.

He came behind her, the heat of his big body tempting as he wrapped around her. He slid a finger over the bumps in her spine, causing her to tremble and arch beneath his hand as he teased her.

Without warning, he poised his erection at her opening, one hand grasping her hips. “Hold on,” he warned, and she held her breath as he thrust deep inside her.

She groaned, filled up, body quivering and, dammit, her emotions engaged. Closing her eyes, she fought past the lump in her throat and focused on the sensations overtaking her every time Linc pulled out and slammed back in. Over and over. And like last time, he knew her body, hitting the right spot.