One Special Night (9 page)

She cradled her breasts and played with them, tugging and pulling on the hard nubs.
 
A moment later he brought his mouth to them and sucked on them and her fingers, drawing them deep into his mouth.
 
Teething and biting the tips which made her cry out in pleasure-pain.

The pool water slapped and jumped against their bodies as they moved ever more urgently toward a release.
 
As he pumped his hips into her and suckled her tits, he dropped one hand down to find her clit and started working the sensitive nub.

Sensations buffeted her body until with one powerful upward thrust of his hips, she shattered in his arms.

* * *

Tommy groaned as her climax tightened her pussy around his cock and milked him.

As she arched her back and ground down against him, he thrust into her again and again, seeking his own release.
 
Lost in the feel of her surrounding him and of her strong body cradling him close.

He was on the edge, just barely holding on when she lowered her head and grazed her teeth along the ridge of his shoulder and toward the sensitive skin on his neck.
 
He shook and started to come apart as she opened her mouth on him and bit down gently.

“Fuck, Jasmine.
 
Put your mouth on me,” he said, suddenly excited by the thought.

She licked across the spot she'd just bit and his cock swelled even harder with anticipation.

“You taste so good, Tommy.
 
So good,” she said and ran her tongue all along the hard muscle there to prove her point.
 
When she bit down, the slight sting of it pushed him over the edge.

He held her tight to him, digging his hands into the soft flesh of her hips, pushing deep inside as he came.
 
The muscles of her pussy caressed and milked him as she sucked hard on his neck, marking him.
 
Making him hers.

Spent, he leaned back against the stairs of the pool and took her with him, wrapping his arms around her.
 
Smoothing his hand up and down her back as the remnants of their release ebbed.

With the heat of passion gone, the chill of the water and the night air drove them back indoors.

Tommy carried her in and let her slip down his body by the edge of the bed.
 
“I'll get some towels,” he said and hurried to the bathroom.

She had her back to him when he returned and he stopped short, unprepared for the sight of her scars.

She tensed as she became aware of what had happened, but didn't face him.
 
“Not quite the piece of the puzzle you expected, right?” she said.

Chapter 10

Jasmine held her breath, waiting for his answer.
 
Berating
herself
for so losing her guard around him that she hadn't given a thought to what he might see.
 
How he might react.

She held her ground, shivering from the cool of the air conditioning on her wet skin and fear.

It was just a one night stand anyway,
she told herself, preparing for the worst, but deep in her soul, she couldn't deny that Tommy had touched her emotionally and that she had started hoping that their one special night might turn into something more.

She heard the soft pad of his bare feet and a moment later, he was wrapping a towel and his arms around her and drawing her against his chest.
 
The soft touch of his mouth swept along the almost normal top ridge of her shoulder.
 
Then he tenderly kissed his way down and across the scars left by the flames and shrapnel from the explosion.

He trailed more kisses back up to the crook of her neck.
 
“I wish I could take this pain away,” he whispered.

The walls she had built inside her to hold back the pain and memories
came
tumbling down with his words and actions.

She turned and buried her face in his chest.
 
Grabbed hold of him because he was a lifeline in the storm of emotions buffeting her.
 
He held her as she cried and the pain fell away and was replaced by the peace of his arms.
 
When her tears stopped, he scooped her up in his arms again and took the few steps to the bed.
 
He laid her down gently and then joined her, his arms still wrapped around her, offering comfort.

“Let's get some rest.
 
It'll be morning soon,” he said.

“Thank you, Tommy.”

He kissed her forehead and in soft tones said, “I should be thanking you, Jasmine.”

She sat up a little and gazed down at him.
 
“Why?”

He shrugged.
 
“You saved my best friend and in a way, you saved me.”

Confused, she pressed him to explain.
 
“I don't get it.”

“My ex did a number on me.
 
She made me feel like what I had to give just wasn't enough, but I know now that I wasn't the problem.”

She confirmed it with nod.
 
“No, you weren't.
 
In just one night, you've given me more than I ever could have expected.”

A hint of a boyish grin crept back onto his face.
 
“Imagine what I could give you if we had more than one night together.”

Joy swept through her, shocking her into silence for a number of hesitant heartbeats.
 
As he narrowed his gaze and examined her, obviously hopeful, she finally answered.

“I'd like that.
 
A lot.”

The kiss that followed mirrored the joy, hopefulness, and fun that was so much a part of him.
 
Emotions that she hoped to embrace and make a part of her for the future.

* * *

Three months later

“Thank you for your service, Chief Petty Officer Reyes,” the Navy doctor said and saluted her as she stood by the door.

She saluted back smartly and said, “Thank you, Captain.”

The man broke protocol then to hug her hard.
 
“You take care of yourself, Jasmine.”

Before she could say anything else, he hurried away down the hall.

Jasmine peered around the lobby of the base hospital, watching the familiar beehive of activity as personnel came and went.
 
Once she left, she'd be stepping into a new, and possibly unfamiliar, world.

Whirling, she pushed through the doors and paused a moment to take her peaked cap from under her arm and put on her cover as regulations demanded.
 
It might be her last day, but for that short walk to her car and off the base, she was still a Navy Corpsman.

To her surprise, as she approached her vehicle Tommy was standing there, a bunch of bright red carnations, her favorites, in his hands.

She looked around for his car, a Corvette as bright a red as the flowers, but it was nowhere to be seen.

As she walked up to him, he said, “I decided to surprise you.”
 
He held the flowers out to her and she hugged them to her chest and inhaled the spicy scent of the carnations.

“They're lovely, but you didn't have to do this.”

“It's a special day for you, right?” He smiled that lopsided boyish grin that had become so familiar to her in the three months that they'd been dating.

“A special and scary day,” she said and tugged on the lapels of his expensive charcoal gray suit.
 
The color intensified the dark brown of his hair and eyes and fit him perfectly.
 
He was the epitome of the sexy and powerful young businessman.
 
It always stirred her to see him like this and know he was hers.

Beneath her uniform, her nipples tightened in anticipation and her clit throbbed with need.

As she met his gaze, it was obvious he had read the subtle signs of her desire, but he wasn't immune.
 
His eyes had darkened and the pulse visible just above the line of his pristine white shirt was beating a little faster and stronger.

“I was hoping to make it a little less scary, but I'm not sure I will,” he said, his voice slightly husky which stirred up all kinds of memories of that roughness as he urged her on as they made love.

She stepped closer to him and the clean scent of his aftershave and of Tommy filled her senses.
 
“Why is that?”

“You know I'm an old fashioned kind of guy.”

Arching a brow, she nodded.
 
“Yeah, I do, but what does that
– ”

He dropped down on one knee and held out a small square black box.
 
“Tommy, what
– ”

“You're going to be working in Jersey City and I've got a place there, but I don't want
you
 
to
think that it's just about the sex.”

He was so totally and seriously out-of-character, that she couldn't resist teasing him.
 
“It isn't?”

“God, Jasmine, don't play around with me now while I'm vulnerable,” he said with a hint of the humor that was more his style.

She eyeballed him carefully, wanting to be sure that he was sure.
 
“
de
Salvo, you're serious, right?”

“I am, babe.
 
I love you.
 
I want to make this permanent.”

“And it's not some rebound thing, right?”
 
After all, it had been less than a year since he'd been dumped on his way to the altar.

He rose, but the hand holding out the box to her never wavered.
 
“No, it's not.
 
I've never been
more sure
of anything, anyone, in my entire life.
 
Jasmine Reyes, will you marry me?”

She rose up on tiptoes and whispered against his lips, “I am so glad that we took a chance on that one special night.”

He wrapped his arms around her and hauled her close, crushing the flowers in between their bodies.
 
“Is that a 'yes'?” he asked in between kisses.

“It is,” she said and he opened the box and slipped the ring on her finger.
 

“You won't mind having a big ass Italian wedding?” he teased and swept her up in his arms.
 
She realized then that a limo was waiting at the end of the row where her car was parked.

“I don't mind as long as you bring the
cannolis
.” She pulled off her peaked cap and jammed it on his head, where it sat at a jaunty angle as he walked with her in his arms to the limo.

“I'm feeling all
Officer
and a Gentleman
right now and that's a good thing.”

She leaned close and nibbled the underside of his jaw.
 
“Why is that, de Salvo?”

His boyish smile broadened and he said, “Because we got our happily-ever-after.”

Laughing, she bit a spot close to the shell of his ear and whispered, “I hope that limo has a privacy screen.”

“Dear God, I hope that means you intend to take advantage of me in the back seat.”

“It does, de Salvo.
 
It does,” she said and laughed out loud as joy filled her every breath.

She had taken a lot of chances in her life and they'd brought her to this moment and this man.

She knew they'd have lots more special nights together.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by Caridad Piñeiro Scordato


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