My lips are already swollen from Jude’s kisses and I think I might die if I don’t get an orgasm soon. The whole drive here was a constant tease and now, I’m ready for the main event. He lets us inside and then the man is on me, lips, tongue, hands. He’s everywhere, as wound up as I am.

“I’m only going to ask you once,” he whispers in the darkened hallway. “Are you sure you’re ready to do this tonight? We can take it slower. I’m here for another month.”

My heart lurches. This is a one-time thing. I honestly wish I didn’t even know where his house was. “I want this.”

He groans, “Thank fuck.”

Then his fingers are working the zipper of my skirt and the fabric falls to the floor. My lacy panties are soaked with my arousal. It’s almost embarrassing, but I want him so badly I really don’t care. I pull my sweater over my head, thankful I wore my matching lace bra.

“You’re absolute perfection.”

Normally I’d laugh at a line like that. Guys will say anything to get into a woman’s bed…or get her in his as the case may be. But there’s such honesty and reverence in his tone, I can’t do anything but believe him. “And you are wearing way too many clothes. How did I get to be the nearly naked one?”

“Yours are just easier to take off.” He slides his jacket off his shoulders and grabs the hem of his shirt. I lick my lips, desperate to see the muscles I felt when we were making out at the bar. “Oxford Rowing Club?” I ask, taking note of the logo on his T-shirt.

He nods and pulls the shirt over his head revealing taut ridges of muscles along his chest and abs. Oh, he’s even more muscular than I thought. I run my fingers over the ladder of his six-pack and bite my lower lip.

“Thank you, Oxford,” I whisper.

A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. “I haven’t been a rower in a few years. This is at least an hour at the gym every morning.”

My fingers rest on his belt buckle. I don’t know why I’m hesitating, maybe it’s nerves getting the better of me, but I wonder for a moment if this man is more than a one-night-stand. Am I ruining something by rushing into this?

Warm fingers cup my jaw, turning my face up to his. “I promise, Tillie, I’ll take care of you tonight.”

When I look into those dark blue eyes, I feel safe, protected…wanted. I don’t feel like a girl easily thrown away, the one who doesn’t matter. Right now, I feel like I’m his everything.

I make fast work of his belt and open his pants with ease. They fall to the floor and join the pile of our discarded clothes. My handsome Englishman slides off his shoes and I start to do the same, but he stops me with a hand on my shoulder.

“No. Leave the shoes on.”

There’s a growl in his voice that tells me he’s been thinking about this. “Where’s your room?”

“Upstairs,” he says, layering kisses to my neck, my collarbone, my shoulder.

He scoops me into his arms and carries me up the flight of stairs, lips blazing a trail across my skin. The sensation of his heated kisses and the roughness of his beard makes me shiver in anticipation for what’s to come. What will his mouth feel like on other parts of me?

We get to the end of the hall and he kicks open the door, revealing a neat and tidy bedroom. “One night,” I tell him as he drapes me across the bed.

“What?”

“One night. That’s all this is. I need you to understand that because you feel like forever but I’m not ready for that.”

He frowns and rubs at the back of his neck. “Are you sure that’s what you want? Because I think you feel like forever too, and I want to give this a real shot.”

I shake my head. I have too many plans, too much baggage, and far too deep a heartbreak in my past. “No. I can’t afford to lose focus right now. Everything is riding on me sticking to my plan. You aren’t part of that, even if I want you to be.”

A heavy sigh falls from him. “So it’s either have you now, or never?”

“It has to be that way. I’m sorry, Jude. If we’d met six months from now, things might be different.”

He nods and then falls to his knees next to the bed. “Then I’d better make sure this is one night you’ll never forget.”

Gripping me behind the knees, he tugs until I’m sitting with my feet on either side of his body and my legs spread. His hands roam my thighs and up my hips until they grip my waist.

“Your curves are delectable. So soft and smooth.” He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra, letting my breasts spill free. “I’m going to taste every inch of you.”

I let out the barest whimper as he presses a light kiss to my lace clad pussy. “Jude,” I cry out.

He slides my panties down over my hips and farther until they’re just a memory, cast aside on the floor somewhere. Then, without any warning he slides two fingers deep inside me. The invasion makes me moan and writhe and he has to hold my hips still with his free hand. I throw my head back and close my eyes, letting go of everything else in my mind and giving in to pure sensation. When he brings his mouth to my sensitive clit, I give a harsh moan and roll my pelvis forward, searching for more.

“I’m close. Oh, God, I’m so close,” I whimper.

“Come on, baby. Come for me,” he murmurs against my pussy.

And, oh, do I ever. I come so hard stars float in my vision and my legs shake uncontrollably. “I need you inside me right the hell now, Jude. I can’t stand any more.”

He leans back on his heels and smirks. His lips are coated in my arousal and it’s so freaking hot to see him like that. “As you wish,” he whispers.

Jude reaches for his nightstand and tugs open the drawer. I catch sight of the foil packet between his fingers and grin. Relief floods me at the sight. The last guy I was with hadn’t been so prepared and tried to convince me not to use protection. Jude is not that kind of man.

He tears open the condom and frees his length as he slips out of his black boxer briefs. I try not to gasp at his size, but I’ve only had one other to compare with.

“All right?” he asks. “Your eyes are big as saucers.”

“I’m just…I’m not sure we’re going to fit together.”

A boyish grin turns up his lips. “Oh, we will. I promise.”

My thighs clench and arousal rushes through me as if I hadn’t just had an earth-shattering orgasm. Then he rolls on the condom and grips my knees. He spreads me wide and fits himself between my legs. His long fingers play across my belly and down lower until he touches my aching clit. I buck off the bed, over-sensitive and dying for him.

“Stop teasing me, please.”

A dark chuckle falls from him as he removes his fingers from my body and positions the head of his cock at my entrance. He leans over me and presses gentle kisses to my breasts and throat, working his way up to my lips. “Relax, Tillie.” His murmured order has me trembling with need.

“I can’t.”

Then he kisses me long and deep, as though he’s trying to devour me, and I give myself over to the sensation, to the connection I can’t deny. When he pushes inside, I’m lost to the feel of his thick length filling me, but it’s not painful. It’s perfect. And as we move together, there’s so much more than one night in his eyes. If I’m honest, I can see forever with a man like him and it scares me.

Because forever changes everything.