She hadn’t realised she had that image so indelibly imprinted in her mind. But she did. She must have watched him do that hundreds of times over the last year and a half. It did something to her insides every time. Just thinking about it made her want to reach out and pull him to her and kiss him senseless.
But no, she needed to be sensible. Her practice needed her attention. She didn’t need to see Flynn. She had other things to distract her. Positive things to do. She didn’t need Flynn for that today. And that’s all sex with him was for. Nat was wrong. So wrong.
She had to be wrong.
She gave herself a shake when she realised she hadn’t moved since Nat left. ‘Make the phone calls.’ Where was her phone? Ah, she’d left it on the desk in her new office. Her gaze followed a trail towards the hall that led to the office. The same hall that she and Flynn had stumbled up last night and into the bedroom, where wild, uncontrollable passion had reigned.
Her stomach clenched, her breasts became heavy, skin prickling with a frisson that ran over her entire body.
She shook with the impact of it.
Hell. Nat was right. She did want more. So much more. Problem was, how was she going to get it? She’d made promises to Chandra. Not to mention, she was pretty sure Flynn was happy with how things stood. He was still in love with his wife. He’d said as much to her. He wanted the explosion of the sex that they’d had, but he didn’t want anything more. Married, she was safe, could give him what he wanted. But if she wasn’t married—or planned not to be married—that opened up a whole new pot of beans that she was certain he didn’t want to eat from.
That she had felt certain up until now that she didn’t want to eat from either. She didn’t want to be tied down. And yet, Nat was right. She was tied down and she didn’t mind it at all. In fact, she rather thought she liked this kind of tying down.
Crap.
What was she going to do?
‘Prita?’
She gasped and turned around. There he was, as if conjured from her thoughts, standing in the doorway, sleeves rolled up to showcase the wiry muscles of his forearms, his legs encased in those sexy worn jeans that moulded to his body in a way that made her mouth dry. He took his hat off, just like she’d imagined, running his hand through his damp hair, but he didn’t put it back on, kept it in his hand and stepped into the room, his gaze intent, intense, yet questioning and unsure.
‘You’ve been busy,’ he said, gesturing with his hat.
‘Yes. Everyone’s been so generous.’
‘They want you here.’ He took another step towards her. ‘I don’t blame them.’
‘Flynn.’
She was in his arms before she even comprehended that they’d both moved, lips and teeth clashing with the sudden need to feel, to touch, to taste. He moaned low in his throat, the rumble of it vibrating through her fingers, her chest.
A squeal from outside sounded and she tore her mouth away from his to say, ‘The kids.’
He kissed a hot trail down her throat, punctuating each kiss with a word. ‘They’re. Going. With. Mum. To. Watch. Reid. Break. Rebel. Then. Nat’s. Taking. Them. To. Her. Place. For popcorn. And a. Movie.’
‘Okay.’ That meant they’d be busy for hours. Hours she had to do whatever she wanted with Flynn. Except. ‘Cherry’s due here at four.’
He pulled back and smiled down at her. ‘Then I better make the most of the next hour and a half.’
‘Yes.’ God, yes.
***
Flynn drew himself back from the edges of sleep that beckoned with its silky, siren’s song. Cherry was coming and he couldn’t let her find him here with Prita. Certainly not like this. The woman wasn’t a gossip, but Prita didn’t deserve the speculation that would occur if people knew she was sleeping with him.
Although, given Barb told him Prita was by herself at the cottage earlier and Nat quickly suggested she and Barb take the kids over to watch Reid with Rebel and then do the movie thing at her place, he was pretty bloody certain they were aware of exactly what was going on with him and Prita.
He’d have to have a word with them, make certain they didn’t think it was more than it was. He thought maybe his mum would understand. He was pretty certain something was going on between her and Mac, had been for a little while, but both of them were so closed lipped about it and obviously weren’t interested in it being more than some comfort every now and then. Prior to whatever was going on with Mac, she’d shown no interest in being with someone, having seemingly never gotten over his dad. So she should get exactly what he and Prita had agreed on.
Nat on the other hand …
His old friend had become bloody happy-ever-after obsessed since marrying Reid. She was going to be a harder sell, but ultimately, she didn’t need to understand, she just needed to accept and keep her opinions to herself.
Prita and he knew what they were to each other. That was all that mattered.
He ran his hand down Prita’s side, his thumbs brushing against the edge of her breasts. God how he loved her breasts. Full enough to spill over in his hands with that dark nipple that he was pretty sure he might become obsessed with. And there was that little mole he’d discovered earlier on the underside of the right one—he really wanted to spend more time tonguing that, making her moan and writhe. He wished they had more time now so that he could explore her breasts further, but Cherry … They really needed to get up.
He was about to move when the tune to Buffy the Vampire Slayer ripped into the quiet of the room. He smiled
