One Night with Hemsworth (One Night Series Book 1) (2 page)

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- PAIGE -

With my back pushed against the wall of some random building, on some random street, with some random guy pressing his body to mine, I was glad my friend Sara forced me to come out tonight.

My skin was covered with goose bumps, but I was unsure if it was from the stranger’s touch or the fact autumn had just arrived in Australia. While the days were still scorching hot and swimming weather, the nights had started getting a chilly bite to them.

Hemsworth, as I’d named him back at the bar, purely for the fact he looked like one of the Hemsworth brothers, covered my mouth with his, devouring me. It wasn’t in a desperate need of hunger, rushed, or frantic. It was as if he was savouring me, taking his time to get every ounce of enjoyment from it as possible. There was the right amount of need with the right amount of patience.

“I couldn’t wait another block to do that again,” he said, pulling away just an inch.

“I thought you said this couldn’t happen tonight?” My voice was uncharacteristically breathy.

He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m an idiot when I drink. I say crazy stupid things.”

“You’re a guy, everything you say is probably crazy and stupid.”

He laughed. “Ooh, man-hater, hey? I can deal with that.”

He was exactly the type of distraction I was looking for.

With exams weighing me down, my dad’s stupid girlfriend moving in, and the fact it’d been a year since I caught my boyfriend cheating on me and I hadn’t seen any action since, Sara convinced me what I needed was one night of reckless fun.

It wasn’t my first one-night stand, but it was the first time with a complete stranger.
And that somehow makes it so much hotter.

So there I was, on the darkened cold street at almost one in the morning on a Thursday night, getting felt up by the hot guy I’d met in a bar. A trashy bar at that.

I was embarrassed to admit it was probably the wildest thing I’d ever done.
How sad.

His body pressed into mine again, his mouth finding mine. One of his hands moved under the hemline of my silky top, allowing me to appreciate the feel of his rough, calloused hand on my bare skin.

I shuddered under him, letting out an embarrassing moan as his mouth left mine and made its way to my neck.

His hand went higher to my breast, cupping it through my bra.

“You’re wearing way too many clothes.” His husky voice sent tingles straight to my core.

“It’s kind of a requirement for being in public,” I managed to reply.

A chuckle came from deep within his chest. “We can fix that.”

He pulled away and continued walking with him somewhat pulling me along. My legs protested, their wobbly status reaching a whole new level of jelly. He was literally making me weak at the knees. Or perhaps I was drunker than I thought.

We walked a few blocks, arriving at a small three-storey apartment block. He opened the door for me, gesturing for me to go in first.

“It’s on the top floor, and no elevator, sorry.”

I shrugged and started up the stairs. We made it to the second floor before I heard him curse under his breath.

“What?” I asked, stopping to turn around to face him.

“You better walk faster, or I’m going to take you right here. Those jeans should be illegal.”

I smiled.
Finally!
I was beginning to think my lucky jeans were broken. I saw him eyeing me during our whole game of pool, and the heat behind his glare had me questioning whether we’d even finish the game before he’d whisk me away to his apartment. But then he went and turned me down, only to text right away saying he changed his mind. The dude was confusing, and any self-respecting girl probably wouldn’t have bothered. I honestly didn’t care. All I was looking for was fun. “And what would your neighbours think if we were getting busy on the steps?”

“Hunter’s done a lot worse over the years.” He stepped up to the stair below mine, bringing us eye to eye. “Which reminds me. I should warn you about my roommate.”

“Oh?”

“He’s an underwear model,” he blurted out in a hurry.

I couldn’t contain the laughter bubbling up inside me. “Really?”

“Yeah, I hate telling girls that part, but I thought I’d warn you in case he’s up when we go in.”

“Why?”

“Really? Beautiful male underwear model versus broke cabinetmaker with calloused hands?”

“I like rough hands,” I said, lifting               his hand and taking his middle finger into my mouth.

He let out a throaty growl as he leaned in to kiss me again, but I turned on my heel and started climbing the stairs, putting an extra wiggle in my hips with each step. I laughed at the groan coming from behind me.

As soon as he opened his front door, he grabbed my hand again and trudged through the complete dark to the back of the small apartment, into his bedroom.

It was basically your average guy’s room. Queen-sized bed, no headboard, and basic bedside tables. Then there was a closet and an en suite. Very nondescript, very much the typical bachelor’s pad.

I dropped my small clutch with the tiny strap I had hanging off my shoulder and turned to find him against his shut bedroom door, watching me take in his room.

“What?” I asked.

Then his mouth was on mine, his arms were around me, and his hard length pressed into my stomach through his jeans. He only broke the frantic kiss to remove my top, running his hands up my sides and lifting it over my head. He then reached over his shoulders behind him to remove his shirt. My hands reflexively went to his abs, his muscles hard underneath my fingertips.

He reached for the button of my jeans as I went for his belt, both of us breathing heavy. We shed our shoes and our jeans, and then he started backing me up to the bed, his arms around my waist.

He gave me a gentle shove onto the bed. “Sit,” he ordered.

My butt hit the soft comforter before he’d even finished saying the demand.

He kneeled on the floor in front of me, running his hands up my thighs. Pushing them apart, he moved closer, putting his body in between my legs. His lips found mine again, but the kiss was slower this time. His tongue swept inside my mouth, lightly brushing against mine.

He reached around behind me to unclasp my strapless bra and tossed it to the floor. His lips moved to my neck and then to my breast while his hand grasped the other one, rolling my nipple under his thumb.

My back involuntarily arched, pushing myself into him.

He groaned, moving his hand lower, finding my soaked panties.

“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling his mouth away. “You’re drenched.”

I felt my face redden. No one had ever talked to me like that in bed before, and I didn’t know how to respond. I went for the obvious answer. “Well, yeah, you’re kinda hot.”

He chuckled. “These have got to go.” He pushed me down so I was lying on my back, my butt still on the edge of the bed. I lifted my hips as he hooked his fingers into the sides of my underwear, pulling them down my legs and off.

I shivered as his hands found my thighs again, widening them farther, opening me up and putting me on display.

His sharp intake of breath made me self-conscious, and I squeezed my eyes shut tight.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded.

I shook my head.

“Open them,” he said more gently. When I did, he stared at me so intensely, with such heat, I couldn’t look away. “I want you to watch me as I make you come.”

“Oh, God,” I muttered.

“Actually, the name’s Cole.” He smirked.

I laughed at his cheesy line, but my laughter was cut off by him raising up and leaning over my body to bring our mouths together. The thin material of his boxers was doing nothing to disguise the feel of him on top of me.

His hand made its way down my side, over my stomach, and then lower, landing right where I was craving it. His fingers rubbed over my clit with gentle confidence. When his finger dipped inside me, my arms went around his neck, and I kissed him harder, loving the feel of him working his finger in and out of me.

He tore his mouth away from mine. “I want to be inside you so bad, but I have to taste you first.”

Trailing kisses down my chest and my stomach, he rested right between my thighs.

My breath got caught in my throat as he parted me, licking and sucking.

His tongue worked me over mercilessly, while he added a second finger, both mouth and hand working in sync. Heat pooled in the pit of my stomach, and I knew if he kept it up, it wouldn’t be long before I’d come.

As he picked up his pace, he added a third finger, stretching me, making me feel full.

My breathing became ragged, my mouth was dry, and all I wanted to do was close my eyes and let the feeling consume me whole. But his demand for me to watch him—and my surprising fascination with what I was seeing—didn’t let me take my eyes off him as he pushed me to the brink.

My hand found his hair, pulling on it as I arched my back off the bed, writhing underneath him as waves of pleasure shot through me. All I could think was
Holy motherfucking shit
as my whole body seized and clenched. No one had ever had that kind of effect on me before. In fact, no one had ever made me come while going down on me. I was beginning to think I was broken. Turned out, the other guys weren’t Hemsworth.

I threw my head back onto the mattress, trying to catch my breath as he slowly stroked me through the aftershocks. His mouth started to make its way up my body, marking me with my own juices.

“I need to be inside you. Right now,” he said breathlessly. He reached over, opening his bedside drawer. “Shit!” He stood in a panic, pulling out an empty box of condoms.

I leaned up onto my elbows. “Forgot you were out? How often do you do this kind of thing?” I tried to hide the judgement from my tone, but I think I failed.
Who am I to judge when I’m here doing the exact thing I’m admonishing him for?

He shook his head. “Not me—Hunter. He’s always stealing them.”

I wanted to believe him, but a part of me wondered how many he’d used himself. Then I remembered I shouldn’t care either way—one-night stands weren’t supposed to care about anything—and forced myself to push those thoughts from my mind.

Climbing off the bed, I padded my way over to where I dropped my purse earlier.

It was surprising that I didn’t feel self-conscious walking across the room without a stitch of clothing on. I was in a relationship with Hamish, the cheating Dickwad, for six months before I was comfortable with him seeing me completely naked. I could only guess the fact I knew I wasn’t going to see Hemsworth again gave me an extra confidence boost.

“Wait,” he said. “You don’t have to go. We don’t have to actually have sex—”

I chuckled, picking my bag off the floor. “I’m not going anywhere.” Opening my clutch, I pulled out a foil packet. “Lucky for you, I was a girl scout.”

“You were having sex when you were a girl scout? That’s just wrong.”

We both burst out laughing.

“No, but I’m always prepared.”

We took steps towards each other, our mouths meeting for a brief but hotter-than-sin kiss. I handed him the unopened condom, then trailed kisses down his neck, his toned chest and defined six-pack. Slowly, I dropped to my knees, pulling his boxers off as I went. He stepped out of them as I grasped the base of him in my hand. I stroked gently and then circled my tongue around the tip before taking as much of him in my mouth as I could manage.

He moaned a curse and grasped my shoulder hard with one of his hands.

“Wait,” he said, stepping back, slowly removing himself from me. He moved his hand to my face, running his thumb over my cheek. “Not like this. I don’t want to come down your throat, and if you keep doing that, there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop myself.”

He lifted me under my arms and brought me to him, kissing me while he opened the foil wrapper and rolled the condom on.

We fumbled our way to the bed, falling with him on top of me. He positioned himself at my entrance, pushing in slowly to give me a chance to adjust to the invasion.

I was certainly no virgin, but it’d been a while, and I was sure I’d heard something about revirginisation if you left it too long. It was probably total bullshit.
Not the thing to be focused on, Paige.

Hemsworth reached for my face, brushing a strand of hair away as he sank deeper. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Yay, go vagina!

“I want to take this as slow as I can, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold out for long. You feel so good.”

I lifted my hips, pushing him as deep as he could go. “I don’t want you to go slow,” I choked out.

“Shit, you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He laughed.

Pulling out slowly, he almost left me completely before slamming back into me. He continued to tease me at an agonizingly slow pace with his mouth on mine, his tongue driving me insane, and his hand cupping my breast and playing with my nipple.