Free The Night that Changed Everything by Anne McAllister

Her fingers dug into his hips as he settled between her knees. But still he took it slow, his fingers drawing light patterns of sensation as they moved up her thighs, brushed against her sex. His thumbs touched her, brushed her lightly, then slid back down her legs.
    Edie swallowed a moan. She tried to lie still, not to squirm, not to lift her hips, not to seek his touch, not to betray how much she wanted him.
    But he knew. He smiled, and his hands made the journey again. This time they traced small tantalizing circles on their way up, which he followed by pressing kisses first to the inside of one thigh and then the other. As he moved his head, his soft hair brushed against her sensitized skin. His lips were hot, but the moisture of his kiss was cool when he lifted his mouth and blew lightly where he’d just touched.
    And every second he got closer. Closer.
    Edie swallowed, tensed, waited, dug her heels into the mattress. Closer. Closer. Then his tongue touched her there—and she let out a little gasp.
    “Nick!”
    He lifted his head. “Yes?” Then he did it again. And again.
    Edie’s knees wobbled frantically, and her hands reached blindly to grab his hair. But she didn’t pull away. She hung on. Desperate. Demented.
    She twisted her head from side to side as he continued to stroke her, as his fingers followed his mouth, parting wet folds,sliding into her. His thumb found the most exquisitely sensitive spot and made slow firm circles as his fingers drove her mad with need. Her hips bucked.
    “Oh!” She writhed on the bed. “Now! I—”
    “Yes.” The word hissed through his teeth. He kept one hand on her while he turned to the small cabinet by the bedside and took out a foil packet.
    Protection. Edie understood. She was grateful he took the time and she helped him sheath himself, but she was almost equally grateful when, sheathed at last, he came to her, slid forward and slowly eased in, fitting exactly where he belonged, giving her exactly what she needed.
    Instinctively Edie rocked up to meet him, dug her fingers fiercely into his buttocks and gave Nick what he needed, too.
    She didn’t know how she was so sure what he needed, but she was. Not just on a physical level—that wasn’t hard to decipher at all. But on some other deeper instinctive level, she felt the connection between them.
    She might have come to him for herself—to avoid the pull Kyle had always had on her emotions. But this had nothing to do with Kyle. This was only about the two of them—she and Nick as they moved together, slick and hard, eager and hungry, giving and taking in equal measure.
    There was nothing tentative. No second thoughts. No thoughts at all. Just the sense of rightness—and completion.
    They shattered together, breathless, weightless. Two made one.
    And as he slid to the side and cradled her in his arms, Edie slept.
    A few minutes. Half an hour, perhaps. But amazingly, she did sleep—deeply, dreamlessly—and when she awoke she felt remarkably refreshed as she snuggled in the smooth sheets and turned, coming up against a hard, warm body.
    Nick Savas’s body.
    She felt a brief sense of shock. She waited for the feeling of impropriety. It wasn’t there. Still she waited. It didn’t come.
    What came instead was a sense of satisfaction and an awareness of how good it felt to be with him. How right.
    And how strange was that?
    Edie didn’t know. There seemed to be no limit to what she didn’t know at the moment—like what she was supposed to do now.
    Not get involved, she reminded herself.
    Nick didn’t want involvement. He didn’t “do relationships.” Well, yes. She’d gone into this with her eyes open. He hadn’t led her on.
    She wasn’t changing the rules.
    But somehow she wasn’t prepared, either. The etiquette of the one-night stand was apparently beyond her. She’d never had one before.
    She’d only slept with two men—Kyle and Ben. And with both she’d been in it for the long haul. Of course, Kyle