One Perfect Night
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-502-8 (Electronic)
Paul knew Nico was special the moment they exchanged that first glance at Termini station in Rome late one hot summer afternoon. And when it was announced their train had been cancelled and travel suspended until further notice, they explored their feelings over dinner and spent one perfect night of passion in a nearby hotel.
Early next morning, when Nico found a flight cancellation and took off, all Paul knew was his first name.
Two years later, Paul hasn’t forgotten Nico, and now when they meet again at another train station in London, the chemistry is still there. Nico believes Fate brought them together, and is ready to close his eyes and jump into a relationship. Paul, however, believes they need to be sensible, to first check the water and then take it one step at a time.
NOTE: This story is part of the London Calling series.
Read a short excerpt…
The room was small but clean, and there was a toilet, a sink and a lock on the door. Before I could take in anything else, Nico had turned the key in the lock, his arms were around me and his tongue halfway down my throat. We kissed as if our lives depended on it, and at that moment I knew they did. He tasted and smelled exactly the same. It was this intimate contact I’d craved for so long. What I knew I had to have if I hoped to hang on to my sanity.
Nico gentled his assault on my mouth and drew back. “God! I’ve thought about kissing you like this for so long. Nights when I couldn’t sleep for thinking about you, I’d—”
I rubbed the pad of my thumb along his lower lip, feeling it tremble in response. “Do what? Hug your pillow and pretend?”
“How did you know?”
He smiled and held my gaze as he took hold of my thumb and sucked it slowly into his mouth. What he was doing was sexy, erotic and I forgot it was only my thumb he’d wrapped his tongue around. He had me so close to the edge. My balls ached I was so ready to come. But then he stopped, took off his jacket and tossed it on the chair.”
Still holding my gaze, he undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees. He then took possession of my cock, gently rubbing the tip and squeezing my balls. Again, I held my breath. I wanted to yell at him to stop teasing and get down to business. But he knew exactly how far to push me and still keep control. I could see it in his eyes and I could read it in the faint smile that played over his lips as he quit what he was doing and guided my hands to his waist.
“Touch me,” he said softly. “I want to feel your hands on me.”
Without breaking eye contact, I lowered his zipper, slipped my hand inside and encountered body heat and a dick as hard and as needy as mine. He hadn’t bothered with underwear either and I liked that. It was sexy, slutty as hell, and a huge turn on even though neither one of us needed the encouragement.
While I stroked him, he slid his tongue along my lips. After a couple of passes, I tried to grab it with my teeth but he was too fast. He disengaged my hand, dropped to his knees and wrapped his fingers around my cock. He licked the head and a shudder ran through me. But before taking me into his mouth, he pulled a foil packet from his pocket and quickly suited me up.
He began to suck me into his mouth, and I closed my eyes, clenched my hands into fists and leaned against the wall for support. I knew it wouldn’t take much. I was so close to coming and too excited to do anything to slow it down. The feeling of being stretched like a piece of elastic started slowly, gradually building the harder Nico sucked. I hovered on the brink, trying to hold back. Then it happened. The explosion, the feeling I’d been blown into a million tiny fragments, then the slow slide down the other side as the moment passed and my world returned to normal.