One Reckless Night

by Stephanie Morris

arousal surged through her leaving her uncertain if she could get her legs to cooperate. After what

  felt like an eternity, she lifted one leg then the other.

  “Good sweetheart. Now I explore what I’ve uncovered.”

  He drew her back into him, his hard sex making it presence known against her bottom.

  Making her tremble at the thought of how easy it would be for him to take her right there. Like this.

  “I can see you,” he whispered near her ear while he inched her legs apart.

  His words compelled her to look at their images in the window. In the reflection, she looked

  wanton waiting for his touch, his hand splayed against her stomach sliding toward her heat. The first

  stroke of her slick flesh made her cry out with pleasure. Her head fell back onto his chest and he

  pressed forward sliding deep into her. Seeking something to grab onto, she moaned.

  “I love the way you feel in my hands, Bayleigh.”

  Gasping, she watched his hand pluck her like an instrument. His touch was driving her

  higher. Dane shifted against her causing his touch to delve deeper.

  “Oh my God, Dane, ” she moaned.

  “That’s it, Bayleigh. Come for me.”

  The strong contractions began and she had no choice but to comply. His name fell from her

  lips on a high-pitched cry. She was grateful for his close hold on her, or she would have slipped to

  the floor.

  “Beautiful, so beautiful,” he whispered, removing his fingers from her. His hands went

  around to the back of her dress, undoing the zipper the rest of the way, freeing her arms. Bayleigh

  was too drained to speak. Dane swept her up into his arms and she wrapped her arms around his

  neck.

  Dane carried her through the door into his massive bedroom. Bayleigh took in his huge bed,

  memories of their last encounter flashing through her mind. The soft lamplight seemed less

  obtrusive, now that she expected it. He stood her on her feet, turned her to face the bed. A second

  later she felt the dress being slipped over her hips. The dress pooled at her feet and she followed his

  instructions to step out of it. After he turned her back around, Dane scooped her up into his arms

  again. Bayleigh smiled as he placed her gently on the bed. When he stepped back instead of joining

  her, she looked at him in confusion.

  “Condoms.”

  Reaching into a drawer of the nightstand, he pulled out a box, then tossed to her. It was

  unopened. He’d had plenty the last time she had been here. Why the need for a new box? Dane

  laughed when he saw her expression.

  “After the last time you were here, I had to restock. We went through my entire supply.”

  Staring at the box, recalling the pile of empty condoms wrappers she saw the last time she

  was here. Her eyebrows rose as she read the box. “A variety pack?”

  “It’s better that way. Pick one.”

  Glancing down again, she saw there were plenty to choose from. Flavored, textured, and

  extra lubricated. Fortunately, she didn’t care which one they used first. Dane’s expression told her

  they would end up using all of the condoms before it was over with. Bayleigh opened the box and

  reached for the first packet she touched. Placing the box aside, she turned her attention back to him.

  His gaze traveled across her body, seeming to take in every feminine curve. Last time neither

  of them had taken the time to explore each other’s body visually. She realized she was at a

  disadvantage. His jersey shorts obstructed her view. Getting onto her knees, she crawled toward

  him.

  Bayleigh slipped her hands into the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down until they

  landed at his feet. He kicked them aside. She smiled when he bent to pick her dress up, laying it on

  the ottoman at the foot of the bed. When he came back to her, he was long, hard, and fully aroused.

  Dane took the packet out of her hand. When he tore open the foil package she laughed at the

  expression that appeared on his face. It smelled as though they walked into a strawberry orchid.

  She watched as he sheathed himself in the sung latex. The temptation to taste him was hard

  to resist. Fortunately the bed’s height kept her from having to bend over too far to reach her goal.

  Her tongue barely touched him before he pulled away. His mouth was drawn into a tight line.

  “Later,” he rasped.

  As he eased her back onto the bed, capturing her mouth in a delicious kiss, she didn’t

  protest. Her fingers found their way into his hair. The soft strands slid through her fingers with ease.

  His mouth left hers, sliding moist kisses along her jaw, down her throat. A moan erupted from her

  when he lavished attention on her breasts before moving lower. He opened her knees, settling her

  legs over his arms. Bayleigh gasped. The position left her open, vulnerable in a way she hadn’t been

  before.

  Reaching out, she stopped Dane.

  “Dane, I’m not sure about this…I’ve never…”

  Her voice trailed off and he lifted his head. His expression told her he understood. He took

  her hands in his.

  “I want to taste you. I need to. I didn’t get a chance the last time we were together, but if you

  are uncomfortable at any time, I will stop.”

  His gaze remained on her until she relaxed, then he lowered his head again, his mouth

  finding her in an open mouth caress. Her body shuddered at the long, slow stroke of his tongue.

  Dane suckled and licked until she was left panting. His tongue thrust deep before withdrawing. She

  felt empty until his tongue flicked, tasting her as if he couldn’t get enough.

  “Dane please—I can’t— oh Dane, ” she moaned.

  Her hand tightened around his. Heat seared through her leaving her mindless. Sharp

  pleasure spiraled through her sending her over the edge. Tumbling helplessly, she cried out. Her

  body arched as she exploded. Dane came up over her before the orgasm receded. He flexed his hips

  burying himself to the hilt. His breath hitched then released in a groan of pleasure. Grasping her

  hips in his hands, he lifted her to meet his deep thrust. Bayleigh cried out and he paused looking

  down at her.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  Shaking her head, she fought to keep her emotions at bay.

  His tenderness touched her. “I’m fine.”

  He brought his lips down on hers before he began to move. His thrusts, strong and

  powerful, stole her breath. She wrapped her legs around his waist, rocking against him, pushing her

  higher with the friction he created. The pleasure was exquisite and he pitched her over the brink

  again.

  Dane threw his head back, growling as she pulled him into his own release. When he

  collapsed on her, she gasped, trying to catch her breath. What they just shared hadn’t been a fluke. It

  was just as explosive as the first time, if not more. He lifted his head, seeking her mouth for a deep,

  tender kiss. When he pulled back she smiled. The man was hot as hell, gorgeous, and he was hers.

  She was frightened by the latter thought, but she didn’t want to give him up. And she wasn’t going

  to share.

  * * * *

  Bayleigh came awake slowly, a smile on her lips before she opened her eyes. She rolled onto

  her back giving a slow stretch. It hadn’t been her intention to stay the entire night, but Dane’s tight

  grip on her had been relentless. In the end she gave up and relaxed in his embrace. Her gaze mov
ed

  to the empty space he had slept in. He wasn’t there but she had known that before she looked. Low

  sounds coming from the kitchen told her that Dane was up and about. His spot was still warm so he

  hadn’t been up long.

  She thought about the incredible night she shared with him. There were at least five empty

  condom wrappers scattered somewhere. Last night was a repeat of their first time together. Slight

  embarrassment traveled through her at how insatiable she had been. Yet, Dane hadn’t seemed to

  mind in the least. Once again he introduced her to erotic, playful, and shocking lovemaking. He was

  a generous lover, showing her things about her body she had been unaware of. Dane knew her body

  intimately. She knew his just the same.

  Bayleigh rolled onto her stomach, inhaling deeply. His intoxicating scent permeated her

  nose. A fragrance she would never forget as long as she lived. Taking another deep breath, she

  became terrified of the emotions her brought to the surface. There was an intimacy between her and

  Dane that she couldn’t deny. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, he was right. One night hadn’t

  been enough. She wasn’t sure ten nights in a row would be.

  Last night was more than sex whether she wanted to admit it or not. Dane was touching a

  part of her that she hadn’t been prepared for him to have access to. Now she was longing for

  something she knew may not be possible. This was just a trial relationship so she couldn’t get her

  hopes up. Dane was bound to come to his senses and realize she wasn’t the woman he thought she

  was. Wanting to push the negative thoughts away, she closed her eyes. After what she and Dane

  shared together in the bed there was no space for them.

  A glance at the clock on the nightstand informed her that it was 10:05 a.m. Way past time

  for her to get up. There wasn’t anything on her agenda for the rest of the day, but lounging around

  with Dane wasn’t an option. It was very tempting to remain in bed and wait for him to come back,

  however, her bladder had other ideas. Crawling out of bed, she made her way toward the bathroom,

  avoiding the mirror at all cost, recalling her last experience with it. A smile came to her face when

  she spotted the extra toothbrush towel lying on the counter. He was thoughtful as usual.

  Stepping into the shower, she allowed the warm water to push thoughts of sleep from her

  mind. Once she finished, she stepped out of the shower, wrapped the drying towel around her body,

  and bravely made her way to the mirror. Either the shower helped or she hadn’t looked as bad as

  she originally thought. Bayleigh opened the toothbrush he left out for her. While she brushed her

  teeth, she tried to figure out what she was going to do with her hair. She opened up the drawer to

  her right, finding a hairbrush and comb on her first try. Her hair had been down for their date last

  night. The night she spent with Dane left it untamed to say the least.

  Bayleigh brushed her hair back until it was presentable before she left the bathroom and

  made her way to the bed. Sitting on the edge, she looked at her dress. Dane had folded it neatly but

  she wasn’t ready to put it back on. That would indicate she was ready to leave. She should be, but

  she wasn’t. Her gaze went to a door that had to be his closet. Dane wouldn’t mind if she borrowed

  something to wear.

  She slipped a red T-shirt over her head. Red was a color she liked on him. The color brought

  out the greenness of his eyes. Hopefully he would like the color on her just as much. Her eyes

  searched for her panties. When she didn’t find them, she realized they were still in the living room.

  Bayleigh smiled as she headed toward the muffled noise he was making in the kitchen. For as

  long as she had known him, he had been a morning person. Not that she wasn’t, she just seemed to

  be most alert in the afternoon. When she entered the kitchen, a flutter traveled through her. Dane

  sat at the table with a cup of coffee and the morning paper. He wore a pair of sweatpants and

  nothing else. She watched him for a few minutes, taking in everything about him, wondering what it

  would be like to wake up this way every morning. Her eyes widened at the outrageous thought. It

  would only lead to disappointment if she weren’t careful. Clearing her expression, she stepped

  further into the kitchen.

  “Good morning,” she whispered, walking toward the coffeepot that was calling her name.

  “Good morning,” he responded as he lowered the paper so he could see her. The smile on

  his face made her toes curl.

  “Did you sleep well?”

  “I did. How about you?”

  Dane set the paper down before coming to join her at the counter. “I slept very well.

  Although waking up next to you was the best part.”

  Bayleigh ducked her head, flustered at the tenderness in his voice, the meaning behind his

  words.

  “I wanted to wake you but you look so comfortable I decided not to.” He handed her a

  mug. “Cream, sugar?”

  She nodded and he slid the canisters toward her. “I guess I was more exhausted than I

  realized.”

  An expression of male satisfaction appeared on his face. “Did you catch up on your rest?”

  “Yes I did, but not for long,” she responded, giving him a sassy look.

  He chuckled before nuzzling her neck. “You are naughty, Bayleigh.”

  “Is that a bad thing?”

  “No. What would make you ask?”

  “No reason.”

  He poured coffee into her mug, then his own. After he set the coffee pot down, he placed a

  finger under her chin making her look at him. “Want to try again?”

  Bayleigh sighed softly, wishing she hadn’t said anything. Now he expected an answer that

  could lead into a conversation she wasn’t ready to have.

  “Let’s just say a person I was involved with in the past didn’t like it.”

  Dane released her chin, resting his hip against the counter. “Then he was a fool. Your

  passion is refreshing and shouldn’t be hidden. You will never have to hide your true desires with

  me.”

  His gaze wondered over her, a slow smile spreading across his face. “You look good in my

  shirt.”

  “You have a slick tongue, but I’m glad you don’t mind.”

  “I don’t,” he replied as he leaned toward her. Dane placed a soft kiss on her lips before

  pulling back. “Would you like some breakfast?”

  “Yes. However, you have to agree to let me make it.”

  He looked at her with amusement. “In case you have forgotten, you are my guest.”

  “Yes, but after all you have done, this is the least I can do.”

  Dane set his coffee mug down then reached for hers before pulling her into his arms. “You

  don’t have to, but I know you’ll insist, so we’ll cook breakfast together.”

  Bayleigh laughed. Maybe being friends with Dane was an advantage to their trial relationship.

  She didn’t have to tell him what she wanted, he knew. Bayleigh stopped laughing when she realized

  she was in trouble. For once in her life she wasn’t sure how to get herself out of it.

  Chapter Six

  “From your expression, it’s safe to assume your date with Bayleigh went well.”

  Dane grinned at Isaac. “It went better than well.”

  Isaac raised his glass in salute. “Glad to hear that. Even with my aversion to relationships, I


  think you and Bayleigh are good for each other.”

  Dane reached for his own drink. The week had flown by since his date with Bayleigh last

  Saturday. Tonight she was out with her friends. Both of them had a Friday night schedule they were

  reluctant to give up. The fact that he saw her daily at work pacified him. At work he remained

  professional even when he wanted to pull her into her office close the door and kiss her senseless.

  His weeks’ worth of frustration would be resolved tomorrow. They had another date

  tomorrow night. Their schedules during the week made it difficult to get together during the after

  work, yet they managed to a few times this week. He’d gone over to her apartment earlier in the

  week to watch the movie they missed out on Saturday night at his home. After a passionate kiss

  goodnight, he forced himself to leave. They both had early meetings that they needed to be wide-

  awake in. Two nights later she came over to his home for dinner. She had been the one reluctant to

  go home that time. He’d had an early morning conference call that required all of his attention.

  Dane was doing his best not to be demanding or overwhelm Bayleigh. She was an incredible woman