Just One Night Read Online Free Page B
Author: Chloe Cole
hips, swiveling and dipping in time to the beat.
She was really getting into it when someone tugged on her arm. Cracking one eye open, she saw Blondie staring down at her.
“The song’s over.”
She realized with a start that the song was indeed over, and a flush burned her cheeks. “Oh, sorry. I was sort of—”
He had a dazed look on his face, and he shook his head. “You were great. No worries. C’mere.”
The music had slowed, and he pulled her into his arms. He was shorter than Tomas by a couple inches, but he still towered over her. She allowed herself to be led, and they swayed. It actually felt kind of nice to be held for a change. Being alone was hard…
She froze. Speaking of hard, Blondie had almost ceased moving and had taken to nudging his ding-a-ling against her stomach instead. She tried to pull away, but he squeezed her tight.
“Damn, you are so hot. What do you say we get out of here?”
She was still debating whether to ask him to let go or kick him in the twig and berries, when suddenly she was free.
“Time to go.” Tomas’s eyes drilled into hers like lasers as he released Blondie from a headlock.
“It’s cool, man. She’s into it. I don’t see what the problem is. Is she your girl or something?”
“She’s my little sister.”
Micah steeled her jaw and contemplated redirecting her kick rather than aborting it, when Tomas grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the door.
“Wait, my tab!”
“I paid it already.” His tone was flat.
“I don’t need you to pay my tab, big brother .” The biting sarcasm was derailed when she stumbled and lost a sandal. She yanked her arm away from Tomas and limped back to get it. By the time she got back to the place the shoe had landed, it had been scooped up by a grinning guy wearing a bow tie.
“Hey, Cinderella, lose something?” he asked.
“Tha—”
Tomas strode up beside her and snatched the shoe. His lips were moving, but his teeth remained tightly stacked. “Sorry, Prince Charming, she’s about to turn into a very inebriated pumpkin, and we’ve got to go.”
He pulled her to the side then lifted her onto a nearby stool. Bending low, he wrapped his big hand around her calf and placed her leg onto his thigh. She sobered for a second as searing heat spiraled through her at the touch. He closed his fingers around her ankle, and she gasped as he ran his thumb over the sensitive hollow there. His gaze shot to hers, and she tried to keep from drowning in his dreamy brown eyes. Her body began to pitch forward, drawn by some invisible force surrounding him like a black hole. If only he would kiss her one time…
She jerked back, a little stunned. Holy shit. Had she been about to kiss him? She raised a hand to her lips to see if they were puckered. Nope. Just regular old lips. Well that was good, at least.
Tomas’s jaw tightened, and he jammed the shoe onto her foot. “You’re a menace, and you can’t walk in those heels all plastered like this.” With that, he stood and gave her his back. “Get on.”
She contemplated his broad back and considered arguing, but he was right. The shoes were tricky to get around in even when she was sober. After four drinks—or was it five?—she was liable to break an ankle. And who was she to pass up a chance to wrap her legs around the man she’d loved her whole life? Even if she was furious at him for the caveman antics. Little sister, indeed.
She shrugged then stood on the footrest of the stool and hopped on Tomas’s back. Might as well make the most of it. She hung on like a baby gorilla, soaking in his warmth and the woodsy scent of his cologne with a satisfied sigh.
Forget first class—this was the only way to travel.
Chapter Four
Worst idea ever.
He’d opted for piggyback—rather than the romantic, bride-over-the-threshold routine—thinking it would be less intimate. Huge miscalculation. Having Mike’s shapely thighs wrapped around his waist, her full, soft breasts
She was really getting into it when someone tugged on her arm. Cracking one eye open, she saw Blondie staring down at her.
“The song’s over.”
She realized with a start that the song was indeed over, and a flush burned her cheeks. “Oh, sorry. I was sort of—”
He had a dazed look on his face, and he shook his head. “You were great. No worries. C’mere.”
The music had slowed, and he pulled her into his arms. He was shorter than Tomas by a couple inches, but he still towered over her. She allowed herself to be led, and they swayed. It actually felt kind of nice to be held for a change. Being alone was hard…
She froze. Speaking of hard, Blondie had almost ceased moving and had taken to nudging his ding-a-ling against her stomach instead. She tried to pull away, but he squeezed her tight.
“Damn, you are so hot. What do you say we get out of here?”
She was still debating whether to ask him to let go or kick him in the twig and berries, when suddenly she was free.
“Time to go.” Tomas’s eyes drilled into hers like lasers as he released Blondie from a headlock.
“It’s cool, man. She’s into it. I don’t see what the problem is. Is she your girl or something?”
“She’s my little sister.”
Micah steeled her jaw and contemplated redirecting her kick rather than aborting it, when Tomas grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the door.
“Wait, my tab!”
“I paid it already.” His tone was flat.
“I don’t need you to pay my tab, big brother .” The biting sarcasm was derailed when she stumbled and lost a sandal. She yanked her arm away from Tomas and limped back to get it. By the time she got back to the place the shoe had landed, it had been scooped up by a grinning guy wearing a bow tie.
“Hey, Cinderella, lose something?” he asked.
“Tha—”
Tomas strode up beside her and snatched the shoe. His lips were moving, but his teeth remained tightly stacked. “Sorry, Prince Charming, she’s about to turn into a very inebriated pumpkin, and we’ve got to go.”
He pulled her to the side then lifted her onto a nearby stool. Bending low, he wrapped his big hand around her calf and placed her leg onto his thigh. She sobered for a second as searing heat spiraled through her at the touch. He closed his fingers around her ankle, and she gasped as he ran his thumb over the sensitive hollow there. His gaze shot to hers, and she tried to keep from drowning in his dreamy brown eyes. Her body began to pitch forward, drawn by some invisible force surrounding him like a black hole. If only he would kiss her one time…
She jerked back, a little stunned. Holy shit. Had she been about to kiss him? She raised a hand to her lips to see if they were puckered. Nope. Just regular old lips. Well that was good, at least.
Tomas’s jaw tightened, and he jammed the shoe onto her foot. “You’re a menace, and you can’t walk in those heels all plastered like this.” With that, he stood and gave her his back. “Get on.”
She contemplated his broad back and considered arguing, but he was right. The shoes were tricky to get around in even when she was sober. After four drinks—or was it five?—she was liable to break an ankle. And who was she to pass up a chance to wrap her legs around the man she’d loved her whole life? Even if she was furious at him for the caveman antics. Little sister, indeed.
She shrugged then stood on the footrest of the stool and hopped on Tomas’s back. Might as well make the most of it. She hung on like a baby gorilla, soaking in his warmth and the woodsy scent of his cologne with a satisfied sigh.
Forget first class—this was the only way to travel.
Chapter Four
Worst idea ever.
He’d opted for piggyback—rather than the romantic, bride-over-the-threshold routine—thinking it would be less intimate. Huge miscalculation. Having Mike’s shapely thighs wrapped around his waist, her full, soft breasts