shook her head. ‘A guy I was dating asked me to a while back but I refused. Needless to say, that relationship didn’t last long.’
‘Nice to know I’m not the only conservative lover around.’
She arched a brow and eased her knickers a little further down. ‘How conservative are you?’
His smile made her insides shift and shudder in delight. ‘Come over here and I’ll show you.’
Kat stepped out of her knickers and moved within touching distance, her breath leaving her chest in a little gasp as his hands settled on her hips. She stood between his legs, her hands resting on his shoulders, her heartbeat tripping like a foot missing a step when his mouth came to her breast. He glided his lips along the sensitive flesh, his tongue passing over her budded nipple in a teasing, barely touching stroke that made every nerve ending beg and plead for more. He suckled on her gently before switching to her other breast, torturing her spinning senses with the promise of fulfilment.
There was a building storm in her body—a storm of need that refused to be ignored. She could feel the tension in her lower body, the delicious pulse and contraction of her womanhood, the deep ache that begged to be assuaged.
He guided her to lie down with him on the bed, somehow removing his trousers and underwear before he came down beside her, his damaged foot off to one side out of harm’s way. He stroked the seam of her body with a slow-moving fingertip, his touch like fire against bone-dry tinder. He explored her more intimately, sliding one and then two fingers into the secret cavern of her body, coming back to the swollen bud of her clitoris, massaging it with such deft skill she came apart within seconds. The sensations rippled through her body, fanning out from her core to all of her limbs, even to her very fingertips, in wave after wave of spine-tingling pleasure.
He planted a warm hand on her belly. ‘But wait. There’s more.’
Kat sucked in a breath as he brought his mouth to her. The feel of his lips and tongue on her most intimate flesh made her whole body shake and shudder. The earth-shattering orgasm thundered through her body, hurtling her into a vortex unlike anything she had experienced before. She was breathless when it was over, stunned that her body could respond with such violent fervour.
Flynn gently lifted a strand of hair away from her mouth and tucked it behind her ear. ‘Was that as good as it looked?’
Kat touched his mouth with a fingertip. ‘You know it was.’
He captured her finger and pressed a soft kiss to her fingertip. ‘You could’ve been pretending.’
‘I’m not that good an actor.’
He kissed her fingertip again. ‘Repeat after me: I. Am. A. Brilliant. Actor.’
Kat tried to pull her hand away but he held firm. ‘This is silly...’
‘Say it, sweetheart.’ His eyes wouldn’t let hers go. ‘Say it for me.’
She took a breath and released it in a whoosh. ‘I. Am. A. Brilliant. Actor.’
He smiled and inched up her chin. ‘I want you.’
Kat drew in another sharp breath as his eyes seared hers. She could feel the swollen heat of him against her thigh and reached down to take him in her hand. She moved her hand up and down his shaft, watching as he fought for control with every movement of her hand.
‘Hold that thought,’ he said and rolled away to retrieve a condom from the bedside drawer.
See? He’s done this a thousand times.
So?
You’re just another notch on his bedpost.
Firstly, he doesn’t have a bedpost—he has a bedhead. Secondly, he’s waited months for me. That makes it different.
What makes you think you’re so special?
He likes me. And I like him.
You’re falling in love with him.
I’m doing no such thing.
Flynn paused once the condom was in place. ‘Are you okay?’
Kat quickly rearranged her features. ‘Sure.’
A tiny frown appeared between his eyes. ‘We don’t have to continue this if you’d rather not.’
She smoothed out the crease of his frown. ‘I guess being a lawyer and all you’d be pretty pedantic about consent.’
‘It’s not about me being a lawyer. It’s about me being a man who respects a woman’s right to say no at any stage of the encounter.’
You are so going to fall in love with this guy.
Kat ignored the debate with her conscience to gaze into his dark eyes. ‘I want you. I really, truly want you.’
His mouth came down to hers in a slow burn of a kiss, stoking the fire of her need until her entire body was shaking with it. She whimpered, she begged, she clawed at his back and urged him to put her out of her misery, but still he took his time pleasuring her with his mouth, with his tongue, playing, flirting and teasing hers.
‘Don’t be so impatient,’ he said against her lips.
‘Aren’t you...you know...?’
His erection moved against her folds, potent, thick and heavy with desire. ‘I am, but I want you to be ready for me.’
I was ready for you the first time I set eyes on you, Kat wanted to say out loud. But instead she used her body to do the talking, pushing herself against his swollen heat, her breath catching as he entered her slickly in one deep thrust that made every hair on her scalp tingle and twirl. He groaned as he surged again, the rocking movement of his body triggering powerful sensations in her core. She was close but not quite close enough. But, as if he could read her every need, he reached down between their entwined bodies and found the throbbing heart of her desire. His fingers worked their magic and suddenly she was flying, spinning, rolling over and over, losing track of anything but the explosive release pulsing through her entire body.
Flynn followed with a series of thrusts that signalled his own release. Kat felt the tension of him just before he pitched into the abyss, heard the guttural groan, felt the hot breeze of his expelled breath against her neck. She felt him relax against her when it was over, his arms still holding her as if he never wanted to let her go.
She tiptoed her fingers up and down the musculature of his back, exploring every knob of his spine, from between his shoulder blades to the base just above his taut buttocks. She felt his skin quiver like a horse shaking off an insect. ‘Am I tickling you?’ she said.
He leaned on his elbows to look at her. ‘You have beautiful hands. But then everything about you is beautiful.’
Kat traced the outline of his mouth with her fingertip. ‘This is kind of weird...’
‘What is?’
‘Me being in bed with you.’
‘Doesn’t
