Giving her literally everything she could take.
Flynn devoured her mouth. He poured his heart into it, pulling breathy little moans out of her. His tongue circled. Teethnipped and bit. Sucked and licked. Treasured and claimed. It was an unending stream of every kind of kiss he’d ever given.All completely different here, now, as he gave them to Sierra.
As he gave himself to Sierra.
Whether she fully realized it or not.
Now that she had his shirt clutched in her fists, Flynn let go of her arms. Instead, he moved to cup her face with his palms.Slid her ears in between his fingers. From the gasp that pulsed out of her mouth, he could tell they were sensitive. Flynnfiled that under get to later. Sex would come, but now was about this kiss. It was his promise, his vow, his heart, all poured into her.
So he gentled his approach, turning from lustful to tender. He gave her tongue long, slow strokes exactly like he’d do betweenher legs later. Tickled his pinkie along her neck that immediately brought up goose bumps beneath his touch.
But mostly he drank in her moans, her gasps, the heat she gave back to him by meeting his every kiss with an urgent need ofher own. All the outward proof of her lust fueled his. Every response from her, every sigh and sound and flutter of her lashessizzled just beneath his skin like a hot wire.
Sierra matched him, stroke for lick for bite. Her hips swung back and forth, grinding her belly against his dick. The shyness,the hesitancy from the first time he’d kissed her was gone. There was just a woman, no, his woman, who showed him right back how badly she wanted this.
Flynn’s eyes popped open. Maybe it was stupid. Maybe it was over-the-top mushy. But he wanted to look at everything aroundhim. Take a mental picture of it to always remember this exact moment.
Because there was no guarantee he’d make it back from the trial in Chicago to have lots more of these moments.
Life didn’t care if you lubed up before it fucked you. He’d learned that the hard way.
Put him on the front of a god damned card with a heart and a flower and a puppy—the whole works. Flynn Maguire was memorizingthis moment. The one where he and Sierra had sex for the first time.
Because it mattered.
So, yeah, he opened his eyes to see the pine trees mixed with whatever the other ones were with fat, green leaves. The brownand white speckled birds pecking in the dirt. The gray clouds skidding across the sky like the tumbleweeds he’d watched duringtheir brief stint in Utah. Flynn filed away the damp breeze lifting his hair, the distant rumble of thunder.
The crazy spectacular beauty of Sierra’s painting right in front of him. The orchids that looked so dainty but stood tallwith an impossible curve, weighed down by the purple and yellow blossoms. Just like Sierra. Small, delicate even, but tentimes stronger than he was.
Thunder didn’t just rumble. It crashed this time. “We’d better go in,” Flynn said.
“Good. That’s where the bed is.” Sierra unwound herself from him, then took his hand.
“Wait a sec.” Flynn tugged free. He picked up the painting and the wooden board with paint daubed all over it. Only then didhe let her lead him inside. Sierra took her supplies from him. She tucked them into a little closet next to the front door,and propped the painting below.
“Thanks for remembering the painting.”
“It’s important to you. So it’s important to me.”
“You make this all so . . . easy for me, Flynn. I didn’t expect that.”
“Because I’m such a complicated guy?”
“You seemed that way, when I first met you. Closed off and, um, secretive. No, haunted. Unapproachable. But also amazinglyhot and interesting and kind.”
Man, she nailed that description of him. That observant artist’s eye thing she had going didn’t miss a single thing. “Gladyou came around to hot. That’ll make what happens next easier, too.”
“Actually, ridiculously good-looking, I believe, was the first thing I registered about you. Tall, dark, and brooding. Nowoman can resist that.”
“I don’t care about other women.”
Sierra took a whopping three steps past the couch to the stairs and pulled off her light blue tee shirt printed with the lettersMIAD stacked into a fat block. It gave him a jolt to realize it must be the logo for her college. To know her secret, andbe able to put the pieces together.
Then he stopped thinking about her holy-shit-complicated past—another get to that later—because she was standing there in just a white lace bra and shorts.
It was simple. Not that fancy, expensive stuff the women in Chicago dolled up in. But the lace cradled breasts that he fuckingyearned to touch. And pink showed through the lace from her nipples, poking straight out. Her breasts called to him. Flynncould spend all night with his mouth on them.
As he moved toward her, his leg brushed against the handle of a mug on the end table and sent it crashing to the floor. Flynnspared it a quick glance. Couple big pieces. Nothing that couldn’t wait, since it looked to have been empty. “I’ll buy youan even dozen to replace it if you just keep standing there.”
“Here? I thought I’d head up to bed, actually.” After tossing him a teasing smile, she moved up two more steps.
A hamster could’ve caught up with her in a house this small. Flynn didn’t bother to even lunge. He just leaned out a littleand grabbed for her shorts as he made it onto the first step. Except that motion connected his shoulder with a shelf, andhis head with the one above it. A picture frame tumbled off and onto the couch. A plant clocked him right above the eyebrow.
Flynn threw out the opposite arm to catch himself . . . just in time to remember the stupidly steep staircase didn’t havea bannister.
“For being so tiny, this house is one giant cock block,” he grumbled.
Sierra’s hand flew to her mouth. “You’re bleeding.”
He thumbed off the couple of drops beading along
