One Night with Hemsworth (One Night Series Book 1) (7 page)

“Philippa tells me everything that happens when I’m not here.”

“Pip is full of shit, Reece, and you know it,” Cole said.

“Seriously, Paige, want to get out of here?” Hunter asked again.

“I really do, actually.”
I want to get away from this conversation.

Hunter stood, but I didn’t know what the protocol was. Will Reece tell Dad I went home with someone I’d just met?

I turned to her. “Is that okay?”

“Of course. I knew you two would hit it off. You’ll have to thank me in your wedding toasts.”

All three of us laughed at her for that one.

“I can drive you guys home if you want?” Cole said.

“And leave me here alone?” Reece pouted.

And now I understood why Cole hated pouting. It made her look like a child, not at all sexy, and very much like she was about to throw a tantrum.
No more pouting. Ever.

“What’s happening?” Spence asked, plopping down into the booth. “You guys heading home?”

Cole stood. “There you go, Reece. You’re not alone anymore.”

****

“Okay, I’m out,” Hunter said, taking the car keys off Cole, as soon as we pulled up outside the apartment.

“What?” I asked.

“I’ll leave you two to it. I’m sure I can find a bed to sleep in somewhere.” He winked. “Won’t have to worry about the noise level then.”

“Oh, God,” I whispered, hanging my head.

Hunter laughed. “The walls are paper thin. It’s not your fault.”

Cole waved Hunter off and started dragging me towards the front door. “Remember to climb the stairs fast. I think that skirt is even more illegal than those jeans from last week.”

I laughed and started my climb, but doubts started to overwhelm me by the time I got to the third floor. Stopping a few steps below his front door, I turned to face him.

“What are we doing?”

He joined me on my step, took my face in his hand, and gently touched his lips to mine before sighing. “I don’t know.”

9

- COLE -

What
were
we doing?
Last week we didn’t know any better. We couldn’t say that about this time. We knew it was wrong, but we were doing it anyway.

I led her into my apartment, but with her one simple question looming in the air, I wasn’t in a rush to get her into my bedroom anymore. I wanted her.
So much.
But my conscience was having second thoughts.

“You okay?” she asked. She’d already started making her way down the hallway when she realised I wasn’t right behind her.

I met her gaze and smiled … or tried to smile. “I think I need a drink,” I lied, making my way to the kitchen.

As I stood at the bench, pouring the glass of water I didn’t want or need, she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. “Having second thoughts?” she asked quietly. “Because that’s totally okay,” she added, louder.

I turned in her arms, leaning against the kitchen counter and bringing her against me. Her head fit perfectly below my chin as I snaked my arms around her back. “I’m worried about what’ll happen if this got out. I’d love to be carefree, break all my rules, and see where this could lead, but the truth is, it can’t go anywhere. You’re going to be my son’s stepsister. Him being able to say, ‘My dad has sex with my sister,’ is probably one of those things that’ll cost me thousands in therapy bills when he’s older. Probably tens of thousands.”

“Well, when you put it that way …” She pulled out of my arms, her expression solemn, and took a few steps back, leaning against the opposite bench in the kitchen. “But you said yourself last week that Reece and my dad’s relationship was laughable.”

“That doesn’t make them any less engaged.”

“I don’t think I could ever see Cody as an actual brother. He’s a great kid, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t grow up with him.”

I sighed. “But he’ll grow up with you.”

“I know I could never see Reece as a mother,” she continued. “Taking in what I saw tonight, I get the feeling I’m more of a grown-up than she is. She doesn’t act like that at home. It makes me wonder …”

“See, and that’s the other weird thing. You’re living with my ex.”

“And she’s trying to be ‘friends’ with me.” She shuddered. “Her words, not mine. So it’s kind of clear she doesn’t really see me as a stepdaughter either.”

“You should at least try to get along with her. As bitchy and hypocritical and annoying as Reece is, she’s actually not that bad once you get past all that.” I pointed my finger at her. “But I’ll never admit I said that if you spread that shit around. We just had a really strained relationship in the end, and she hasn’t forgiven me. I don’t think she ever will.”

“Still not willing to talk about it?” she asked, tentatively.

“Nope!” I emphasised the “P” sound. Because I knew the second I told her about it, she’d be out the door and I’d never see her again.

“What if we keep this really simple?”

“How so?”

“Forget Reece and my dad. Put Cody and his possible future mental problems aside. Do you want to have sex with me?”

“But it’s not that simple. If it was, you would’ve been naked like an hour ago.”

“We only just got here.”

“I know.” I winked—I couldn’t help myself. “But where does it stop? Why start something that we both know can’t go anywhere? I don’t want to use you. I already told you last week, you’re better than that. You deserve more than what I can give.”

“Why don’t we take this one day at a time? Who knows, you may be bored of me tomorrow. Maybe you just need to fuck me out of your system.”

“As fun as that sounds, I doubt it’ll work.”

“And besides, what makes you think it’s
you
who’d be using
me
?” She arched an eyebrow, and took a step closer to me.

“Don’t,” I said, holding up my hand to stop her. I knew the second she’d touch me, I’d lose all of my resolve.

She pulled her tank top out from being tucked into her skirt and lifted it over her head.

I was hard in an instant and had to reach into my jeans to adjust myself. “Paige …” I weakly protested.

She took another step forward and reached for the zipper of her skirt, slowly moving it down. My breath caught as her skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, kicking it next to her shirt.

Now standing in front of me in just her underwear and those strappy heels of hers, she closed the gap between us. She brought her mouth to my ear and whispered, “No one has ever made me come more than once in one night, until you.”

“Shit,” I hissed, wrapping my arms around her back. “But if anyone asks, I officially protested.” I crashed my mouth down on hers, pulling her tightly against me.

She giggled against my lips. “You protested really well,” she murmured.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hallway, leading her into my bedroom and then the bathroom. Reaching behind me, I took off my shirt and then started unbuttoning my jeans.

“What are you doing?”

“I need a shower. I didn’t have time to take one after work.”

“Oh. Okay.” She stood there awkwardly, shuffling on her feet.

I pulled her towards me and unclasped her bra. “You’re joining me.”

Her face flushed, and I couldn’t understand how the confident, sexy, woman from the kitchen changed so drastically within the last sixty seconds.

“Take off your shoes,” I ordered.

She immediately obeyed but kept her eyes down.

I kicked mine off, then my jeans, and boxers, standing before her completely naked. Stepping closer to her, I kissed her, trailing my mouth from her lips, down her neck, her breasts, and her stomach. Getting on my knees, I hooked my fingers into the thin material that barely passed as underwear and started dragging them down her legs.

Her breathing became heavy, and all I wanted to do was touch her, but I was enjoying watching her quiver far too much.

I ran my hand up her leg, up the inside of her thigh, but pulled away at the last second and smiled when she whined.

Standing, I spun around to turn the shower on and then dragged her in and under the spray.

I kissed her hard. I couldn’t get enough of her lips. “I’ll be with you in a sec,” I said, pulling back and grabbing the body wash off the floor.

She held her hand out for some and then started washing herself, running her hands all over her breasts and down her body.

“Holy hell,” I muttered.

In record time, I’d scrubbed myself from head to toe.

As soon as I was rinsed, I grabbed her shoulders and spun her so my front was to her back. Forcing her hands onto the wall in front of her, I pressed myself against her back, running my hands down her arms and around to her front.

I loved her response to me as I played with her breasts. She threw her head back, pushing her body into me. My dick pressed into the cleft of her ass, which only made her moan.

I ran my hand down her entire body, over her hip, her ass cheek, and then eventually—when I felt like I’d tortured her enough—I moved it around to her front, parting her and rubbing my fingers over her clit. My lips trailed kisses down the back of her neck and shoulder as my fingers started rubbing faster. Her breathing was ragged, making my cock even harder, which I didn’t even know was possible at that point. I needed to be in her. I inserted a finger and she clenched, eliciting a groan from me, wishing it was my cock instead of my hand.

“More,” she muttered.

I added another finger, and she threw her head back again. She tilted her head to the side so I could kiss her, our tongues coming together in hot, long stokes.

It looked like she was having trouble breathing when she broke away. She looked down at my hand working her over, and she started moving her hips, taking over the pace and fucking my fingers. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I wanted to make her unravel; I needed her to come undone.

“I need you inside me. Now,” she panted.

“Nuh-uh, Shortcake, you’re going to come for me first. My fingers now or my mouth in bed. Your choice.”

“Fuck,” she moaned. “Okay … mouth.”

I smiled. “Are you sure?”

“Yes?”

“That sounded like a question to me.” I slowly removed my fingers from her but left them at her entrance. “Are you sure?”

“No. God, no. I want it now.”

As I slammed my fingers back into her, I added pressure to her clit with my thumb.

The porn-star-like moans she was emitting almost had the power to make me come, and she wasn’t even touching me
.
Less than a minute later, her shoulders slouched and her hands fell away from the wall as her whole body convulsed. I held her up with my free hand while she shuddered, clenching down on my other hand.

When her breathing became a little calmer, I removed myself from her and spun her around to face me.

Her face was flushed, her chest still heaving with weighted breaths.

“You’re so beautiful.” My thumb caressed her cheek.

“You’re only
just
realising this?”

I loved her smart mouth, but there was something in her eyes that made me think she was making light of my words because she was uncomfortable with being given a compliment.

It was the perfect time to lighten the mood, to joke back, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She needed to know how gorgeous she was. “No. I knew it since the second I laid eyes on you. It’s just taken me now to realise I hadn’t told you.”

She smiled and gave me her mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck as she kissed me.

I couldn’t hold out any longer. I needed her.

Pulling away, I turned the taps off and practically pushed her out of the shower. “Bedroom. Now.”

I threw her a towel and quickly dried off with my own as we made our way over to the bed. Stealing the towel back off her, I pushed her down on the bed, loving the sound of the laugh that escaped her.

Without wasting time, I went straight to the bedside drawer, pulling out a condom.

“Stocked up?” she asked, raising up on one of her elbows.

“Hunter felt bad and bought some.”

“Guys are weird. A box of condoms is an odd present. Did he put a big bow on it?”

I laughed. “He was just replacing what he stole. Well, that, and he claims he’s too pretty to be an uncle again.”

“He actually called himself pretty?”

“Can we stop talking about my roommate? It’s not exactly helping me here.” I glanced down at my fumbling fingers struggling with the condom.

She sat up and positioned herself in front of me, grasping me in her hand.

As she stroked me, I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath, trying to calm myself to prevent from exploding in her face.

She took the condom out of my hand and started rolling it on, surprising me. None of the girls I’d ever been with even attempted to do that, and I always assumed it was the guy’s job. It was so hot. A tiny part of me was discouraged with how easily she managed, that she clearly had a lot of experience doing it, but gazing down at her, her big blue fuck-me eyes looking up at me through thick lashes, it was easy to push any of those thoughts away.

She pulled me on top of her as she lay back on the bed.

I crushed my body to hers, my mouth exploring her lips and neck, but I refused to give her what she wanted—what we both needed.
Not yet.

Just like the first time we were together, I wanted to take my time, enjoy every second of having her in my bed. I ran my hand over her breast and down her side.

“Enough of this teasing crap.” With a sudden burst of strength, she pushed me off her, rolling us over so she straddled my hips.

Her impish grin made me start laughing until she lowered herself onto me and I couldn’t hold in my grunt of pleasure. She only took in some of me before raising up and slamming back down, taking in more each time until I was completely inside her.

Her eyes were hooded, but her stare was heated. I wanted to close my eyes and savour the feel of being inside her and the sensation taking over my body as she rocked her hips, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from hers.

My hands gripped her hips as she started rocking them back and forth a little faster. “Holy fuck, Paige.”

She moaned in response, throwing her head back. Breathing heavily, she picked up her pace again.

I tried to control her movements with my hands. I needed her to slow down. “I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”

She put her hands on either side of my head and lowered her face to mine, her movements never slowing. Moving her mouth to my ear, she whispered, “I’m so close.”

I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as I rolled us so I was on top. Looking into her eyes, I lowered my forehead to hers as I rocked my hips, slow and steady.

“That was mean.” She almost pouted but stopped herself. The fact she remembered I hated that made me want to give her what she wanted. Almost.