At the top step she dropped to her knees. The sight of her crawling onto that mattress would stay with him for the rest ofhis life. Her tight little ass twitched beneath the denim. Long legs straightened then bent again, just like they would whenhe was between them. Those just-big-enough breasts hung down, swinging a little from side to side in a way that dried hismouth out. Hell. It was the sexiest god damned thing Flynn had ever seen. Punctuated by the look—half-lidded eyes, one cockedbrow, pink lips parted just a little—that might as well be her hand around his dick pulling him forward.
Flynn took what was left of the staircase at a combination crawl and climb.
Then his knee hit the brass rail that kept the mattress from falling out of the loft space. A space he couldn’t even kneel inwithout hitting his head.
“No. No way. This isn’t going to work.”
“You mean because of what I told you tonight?”
“I mean because your house wouldn’t even fit a hobbit.” Flynn was pretty sure he got that right. Hobbits, elves, dwarves—allcreatures with a shit-ton of hair in movies he’d mostly slept through. But he thought he remembered a round door that hadintrigued him in a house where the human-sized wizard couldn’t stand up straight.
He looked over the railing. Assessed his options. They’d make this work here, tonight, if he had to stand on one leg in theshower to make it happen.
If there was a shower.
“Back downstairs. I’ve got a plan.”
“Should I take off the rest of my clothes first?”
“Don’t you dare. That fun’s all for me.” But Flynn did yank his own shirt over his head. He pressed on the cut to soak upwhatever blood was still there so that it wouldn’t scare Sierra, or give her a reason to worry.
Her head needed to be focused on one thing, and one thing only.
By the time he tossed the shirt onto the mattress and crab-walked back down the stairs, Sierra stood in the middle of theliving space, arms loosely at her sides. Flynn dropped to his knees. Unbuttoned her shorts, but left them hanging at her hips.
He feathered a line of kisses where the waist gaped open. That creamy skin soaked up each kiss. Her fingers dug into his skull.
“That’s where you’re starting?” Sierra said on a half laugh, half gasp.
“We started weeks ago, when we met. This is where I’m finishing it. Now. Here.” Flynn tipped his head back to watch a smilebloom across her face. “If that’s okay with you.”
Sierra nodded so hard that her hair fell over her face. Kind of hiding behind it, she said in a very small voice, “I, um,don’t have any condoms. They seemed like an unnecessary expense. Until recently, that is.”
Now that Flynn knew the depth of her struggles and her journey? The reason behind why she couldn’t spare the cash for a six-packof condoms flayed him. The woman had had one hell of a tough road. One that would’ve broken other people. But no way wouldhe let her feel bad for not splurging on a rubber.
“No worries.” He tossed her a wink as he dug a foil packet out of his wallet. “A man who doesn’t always carry a condom isa man without hope.”
Her soft giggles proved that he’d taken the right tack.
Flynn stood to toss the condom onto the kitchen counter. Then he crowded up close behind her, with his balls nestled rightat the top of her sweet, tight little ass. He tucked his arms around hers to squeeze those lace-covered white mounds. Lookingover her shoulder at them, his dick jerked against his zipper painfully. She was perfect. She was everything good and brightand beautiful and so damned kissable.
Flynn circled her nipples with his thumbs, knowing the rasp of the lace would make them even more sensitive. Sierra joltedback against him, then reached up to hang on to his forearms. Using his chin, he moved her hair out of the way to get at herneck. His tongue traced the tendon standing out sharply on the side of it. At her earlobe, he flicked it fast before takingit in his teeth and tugging.
Sure enough, her breath ratcheted up into pants. The woman responded to wherever, however he touched her. And that responsefilled Flynn with such satisfaction. Drove his need painfully high, too.
But his didn’t matter. Not yet.
Flynn popped open her bra with one hand. Immediately, she shrugged it off her shoulders and shimmied it to the floor. Whichtreated him to one hell of a view of jiggling, pink-crested breasts. “God, you’re beautiful, Sierra.”
“No.” She whirled in his arms. When her breasts connected with his bare chest, they both inhaled sharply. “I’m average. You’re . . .you’re like a statue of a Greek god.”
“Don’t contradict me. Out of the two of us, I’d say I’m the expert on assessing a woman’s beauty.”
“I’ll bet.” Her face fell.
What had he said? “What’s wrong?”
“I just . . . I figure you’re much more experienced than me. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
How badly had he screwed this up? Did she really not know? “My experience will make you feel good. What we did with otherpeople doesn’t matter. What we do together, you and me, that’s what matters. There’s only here and now. And I’m going to fuckingworship your body. If that’s okay.”
Another almost frantic series of nods.
Flynn skimmed his hands down her spine, over to her narrow rib cage. Her skin was smoother than butter. He flipped his handsso his knuckles dragged back up her sides, along the curve of her breasts. Her shorts would have to stay on until the verylast second to keep him in check. Because he was practically ready to come just from touching her.
He laved his tongue in a wide circle around her nipple. Then another one, slightly smaller. Another that just
