“More like what?” Of course. “Oh.”
Her eyes flew wide. “Oh. I mean—”
I chuckled. Leave it to Tilly to feel bad for pointing out my failure to pleasure her, though she didn’t know I’d set out to do just that. “I know what you mean. About last night—”
“I didn’t mean it was bad. It was…”
“Bad.” If by bad, I meant losing my load after a few thrusts. “For you.”
Her expression was perplexed. “It wasn’t bad for you? Oh, shit, I mean—”
“Tilly.” At least I wasn’t the one stumbling over my words this time. “It looks like I need to prove my sexual prowess.” I stood, the water splashing around us, but I stopped. “Um, Tilly, if we do this…”
How could I say it? I’d never had to before. The girls I was with before might hope for more, but they had understood their temporary place in my life.
“I’m not asking for a marriage proposal.” She shuddered like it was an awful idea. Shouldn’t Crazy J be overly zealous about the prospect? “We both want to have sex. If it’s only for this week, so be it. Let’s take it one day at a time.”
I gawked at the goddess who offered a no-strings-attached week of sex. That meant I wouldn’t have to tell her my dark family secret, which meant she wouldn’t think I was a worthless asshole, which meant I could fuck Tilly all week long.
I held out my hand and when she clasped it, I yanked her to me. “I might have to pick up another box of condoms.”
Chapter 7
Tilly
My belly fluttered with delicious nerves. I’d just orgasmed, but my body was already primed for another round. Even if Flynn wasn’t any better at sex than our first time, if he could work that kind of magic with his fingers…best vacation ever.
I dried off. We were going to do this. But I doubted he had any protection down here since he was just wearing his swim trunks. Would we make our way upstairs in awkward silence? Would he expect me to say sexy, coquettish things, whatever those would be? As he bent over to dry his legs, an evil idea formed. I wound the towel and snapped him, the fabric cracking in the air just short of his ass.
He snapped straight. “What the—”
With a devilish grin, I used my Harley Quinn imitation. “Race ya!”
Spinning on one foot, I darted for the stairs. The clamber of Flynn racing through the door spurred my hysterical laughter and I took the stairs two at a time, not caring one bit how much my butt jiggled.
His deep laughter was supremely satisfying. I streaked down the hall, about to go to my room, but he likely had the condoms in his, so I veered into his bedroom and dove onto the bed.
Bouncing, I was still laughing when he landed on top of me on his hands and knees. His grin was stretched wide and he was breathing hard from the quick sprint. His impressive erection caught my attention. Broad from tip to base, he was hard and straining for me. I’d wanted more of it last night and I’d make sure that happened tonight.
“When’d you take your trunks off?”
His green eyes gleamed with intent. “That was the reason I didn’t catch you.”
“I’m getting your bedding wet.”
“You will be,” he growled, sending a wave of heat through my core. He wove his fingers through my straps and dragged them down, staring at my breasts when they bounced free.
My nipples were painfully erect and when he lowered his head and dragged his tongue across one, I whimpered. “More.”
He seemed to forget about my swimsuit as he tongued my nipples, first one, then the other. I cradled his head, shivering at the air wafting over my wet skin and the fiery sensations he was sending through my body. I arched my back. He released my nipple with a pop to peel the rest of my suit off. Tossing it aside, he dropped his body down, his lips on my stomach.
I was giddy with excitement. So…no wham, bam tonight—I was getting the royal treatment.
He kissed and licked his way down to the apex of my thighs. “Flynn?”
He raised his head enough to cock an eyebrow.
How did I even… I didn’t want to dissuade him, but if he failed again, I wanted him to know it wasn’t his fault. “I just got off.”
“Yeah?”
“Say I do it again while you’re…down there. Then I probably won’t when we…”
His smile sent a wave of lust through me. He wedged himself between my legs, my knees up, feet on his shoulders. “Tilly, baby, let me show you what I can really do.”
His hot mouth cupped my nub and his tongue attacked me. I wrenched off the bed with a gasp of ecstasy. That felt good. He worked me until I was needy, rocking against him for more, before he inserted first one finger, then two. Only, the intrusion was slow and steady, unlike his tongue on my clit. The dichotomy was too much for my nerves. I wanted to be filled with him, but for the love of all things sexual, I didn’t want him to ease up with his tongue. A second orgasm was imminent. Sure, that’d happened before—when I’d done it myself after a date that’d ended in mediocre sex, and it had been mostly to see if it could actually happen.
He set a steady, slow rhythm with his fingers. Then he tilted his head and oooh… Was he sucking on my clit?
With little warning, I exploded. I would’ve jackknifed off the bed, but he held me in place until I fell limp. He could impale me and go about his business and I didn’t care to move a muscle, but I’d miss being an active participant.
He reared over me, his gaze intense, his chin glistening from my juices, but he didn’t rush to don the condom, hadn’t even pulled out the box.
“What you’re saying
