With little licks and kisses, he eased her down a bit before removing his fingers. Flynn stood up and he loved that she didn’tmove. Just kept her legs splayed wide and that lazy smile of satisfaction on her lips. Flynn suddenly wished he could drawas well as Sierra, to be able to put that utterly feminine and boneless look of pure pleasure down on paper forever.
“Now can it be your turn?”
This woman and her selflessness. How did he get so lucky? “Now it’s our turn.” He started to unbutton his shorts, but her fingers got there first. Nimbly, they undid him in record time. Flynn rippedopen the foil packet with his teeth. And practically inhaled it when Sierra cupped his balls in her talented fingers beforesqueezing his entire length.
“Christ almighty, I have to get inside you.”
“Good.”
He helped her off the counter, then turned her around. For someone who didn’t seem convinced this position would work, shebraced her elbows without any prompting. The sight of her waist flaring out to hips perfectly shaped for his palms made Flynnimpossibly harder. Then she wiggled her ass for good measure. Like he’d needed any more visuals to pop him off in two seconds.
Condom on, he pushed inside of her. Just the tip. Just enough for them both to know this was happening. He got the impressionthat sex had been blander than tap water for her in the past. Flynn intended to make her see stars.
“Stop me if it’s uncomfortable.”
“I’m uncomfortable that you’ve stopped,” she said tartly.
A woman who sassed him and made him laugh in the middle of sex? Nothing better, as far as Flynn was concerned. Slowly, andthen slower still because of her obvious tightness, Flynn eased in the rest of the way. It drew guttural moans out of bothof them.
“Sierra, you’re beyond my wildest dreams. I want to stay in you all night. But I also want to come right the fuck now, it’sso good.”
“Do it,” she urged. “I won’t be able to again.”
“The hell you won’t,” he growled. “Insults don’t count as foreplay, babe. Have a little faith.”
“In you? I’ve got nothing but faith.”
The sweetness of her words almost did it. But Flynn gritted his teeth and held on. He reached around to squeeze her nipple,which made her squeal. Twice more, after that response, before moving down to palm right above where they were joined. Sierraimmediately stiffened and rose to her toes.
Yeah? He could do better. Hands on her hips, he shifted her angle just a little to drive even deeper. Then Flynn lifted, takingher feet off the floor, and let himself go. Fast, hard strokes that had her alternating whimpers with a babbled repeat ofhis name. At least, he thought it was his name. The two ounces of blood that weren’t in his dick were pounding in his ears.
Sierra slapped her palm against the counter and threw her head back on a scream. At the same moment, Flynn plunged even deeperand jerked his hips against hers as he came so hard his vision blacked out. Or did his eyes shut? However it happened, theorgasm fucking decimated him in the best possible way.
When his ears stopped ringing, Flynn heard their ragged breaths fall into sync. He pulled out, lifted her into his arms, andthen dropped onto the couch. Sierra curled up, hands right over his heart, face tucked against his collarbone.
“I was wrong,” she murmured sleepily. “Sex does live up to the hype.”
“I’m not sure I was in on the first part of that conversation, but I’m damn glad to hear it.”
“I meant what I said. Before. About having faith in you.”
“Goes both ways, babe.”
Sierra lifted her head. A single tear glistened in the corner of each eye. “Knowing I can trust you means everything. I didn’t believe I ever would again. You don’t just physically make me feel safe. I trust you to keep my heart safe, too.”Then she tucked her head back down.
Flynn was gutted by her statement. Once he’d watched a fisherman on the shore run his knife up the white underbelly of . . .well, some kind of fish. All the bloody entrails tumbled out.
Yeah. That was exactly what he felt like. This woman who life had bitch slapped, over and over again, hadn’t lost faith. No, she’d put it all inthe man who lied to her about who he was every single damn day.
And that’s what made Flynn realize he was pretty sure he was falling in love with her.
What the hell was he supposed to do about that?
Chapter Fourteen
Sierra sprawled on the floor of the elementary school gym, breathing hard. Her elbow stung where it’d knocked the floor. Herhead ached a little from where Karen had accidentally yanked at her hair before they’d both lost balance and toppled over.
She felt great.
Who knew that a self-defense class would make her feel that way? On a bunch of levels?
First of all, she was proud of Flynn for how quickly he’d pulled it together. He’d only come up with the idea eight days ago,and here they were finishing the first class with ten people in it.
She was proud of herself for drawing the brochure. She’d sketched Wonder Woman in a bunch of kicking, fighting, awesome poses,but with the faces of Mollie, Norah, and Lily. Anyone who drank coffee, went to the doctor or had a kid in school would recognizethem. This week she planned to draw something to pull the tourists in. Because after today, she knew that even attending justone class would make a difference to a woman’s safety.
Sierra felt great for attending the class, not wimping out in fear of a few bumps and bruises. Which she’d definitely garnered. As had everyone else. Butit was fun and empowering as all get-out to realize that, thanks to gravity and physics and a little centuries-old Easternmartial arts mysticism, a woman could take down a man a foot taller than her. Or at least put him out of commission long enough to run for
