“Do you like that?”
Another nod.
“Honey, I need you to talk to me. This only works if you let me know what does and doesn’t get you off.”
“Everything you do is good. But . . .”
“But what?” Flynn moved his ear closer to her mouth to hear over the sharp drill of the rain against the roof.
“I want to touch you, too,” she murmured.
“You don’t ever need to ask. Trust me when I say there’s nothing I want more in the world right now than your hands on me.”
Sierra brushed those long, delicate artist’s fingers along the edge of his collarbone. Lightly, so light it almost tickled.
Except that it didn’t.
That light caress fired him up more than his last blow job. It was the way she touched him. With so much tenderness and care. And then her nails scraped down the center of his chest to the start ofthe line of dark hair that went beneath his waistband. That wasn’t tenderness.
Flynn saw the teasing, sultry glint in her eyes, the half upturn to her lips. That was lust. That was heat matching heat.
God, his dick throbbed with wanting her.
“Sweetness, can we take turns later? We’ve got all night. But I want you too damn much to wait.”
“That might be the absolute best thing you’ve ever said to me.” A vertical line formed between her eyebrows. “But if you can’tfit on the bed, what are we going to do?”
A laugh burst out of Flynn. “We don’t need a bed.”
“Sure we do.” She turned in a slow circle, eyes darting about the tiny space. “Um, the couch unfolds flat to sort of an extrabed.”
Flynn eyed it skeptically. Maybe a half-inch foam cushion, at best. Might as well kneel right on the damn floor. This entirehouse was a giant chastity belt. “Do you remember when I told you at the Gorse how I wanted to take you? On the bar. Braced,bent over the end, on your tiptoes. Me behind you. Holding on to your hip with one hand and your breast with the other.”
Her cheeks turned the same pink as her nipples. “Of course I remember that. Every single word.”
“Ever since I got that picture of you in my mind, I knew I needed to make it come true. Replaying it in my head’s no good.We’ve got to do it for real.”
“Standing up?”
“Yeah.” He’d have to crouch over her, surrounding her. It’d be so damn hot.
“Are you sure it’ll work?”
Flynn fished his wallet from his back pocket and dropped it on the floor between them. “I’ll put all my money on it.”
“Okay. I really like the idea of my first time with you being another first, too.”
Fuck. So did he. Flynn was no seventeenth-century knight jonesing for a virgin. Talk about no fun and too much pressure. Buthe loved the idea of opening Sierra’s eyes to something new. Of being the one to show her a new way to experience pleasure.
He wondered how many other firsts he’d get to have with her. However long the list turned out to be, he didn’t intend to leavea single one undone.
“C’mere.” With one finger, he beckoned her to join him at the counter. Flynn unzipped her shorts the rest of the way and shovedthem to her ankles. Then he lifted her up and sat her on the counter.
Sierra kicked her clothes off onto the floor. “What are we doing? This isn’t bent over.”
“I’m indulging in a sweet treat, first.” Flynn dropped to his knees. Wedged her legs apart with his shoulders and saw thetriangle of . . . blond? . . . hair. As he looked up at her in surprise, Sierra tugged at the dark hair lying across her breast.
“I’m on the run, remember? I dyed my hair as soon as I hit Chicago.”
“You’re full of surprises today.” Then he leaned in to blow gently on the patch of fine blond hair.
Sierra jumped. “You are, too. Wow.” She patted with more than a little force on the back of his head. “Do it again.”
“You bet.” He blew a little harder this time, and enjoyed the hell out of her corresponding wriggle. Then he took both histhumbs and opened her up wide. His tongue lapped a long, slow stroke the length of her hot, sweet crease. Sierra tasted fantastic.Like he could eat her all night and never want to move on.
And yet, the ache to be inside her was so strong his balls were practically cramping. Yeah, this first time had to be fastand fucking soon to take the edge off. Then he’d take his time with her. To learn her. To learn her tells and what every sighmeant—faster, or stay right there, or if she just couldn’t hold on another minute.
Flynn eased one finger inside of her, just to the first knuckle, as his tongue flickered over her clit. Sierra was bouncingon the counter now, arching up to meet him in a fast circle. She was so tight, and he didn’t want to hurt her. So he swallowedhard and counted backward from forty to force himself to take his time.
The noises coming from her throat were that mix of adorable and sexy that fucking drove him right to the edge. One fingerall the way in now, Flynn added another. Sierra went wild. Her ankles locked around his back. More sweet moisture gatheredon his tongue.
“Flynn. Oh, Flynn, I . . . I don’t want to without you.”
Still pumping two fingers inside of her, crooked just enough to hit her G-spot, Flynn licked his lips to look at her flushedand beautiful face. “Let yourself go. Let me make you feel good. Please, let me take care of you, Sierra.”
Then he scraped his teeth across her clit before sucking hard. Sierra shattered, with one, long high scream as her thighstrembled violently on his
