Livvy’s eyes fluttered with pleasure and she pushed further in to him. Each callus bore the shadow of the grip of a sword or the coil of a rope, and the notion drove her mad. He was as wild and rugged as the characters he played, the evidence there in the touch of his hands.
“Flynn, please,” she murmured as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Please, what?” he growled.
“Please…” She searched her fevered mind. She didn’t even know what to ask for. Anything to bring her a release. To push her over the crest he was driving her toward.
He kissed her fiercely and chuckled against her mouth. “It’s all right, love, I know what you need.”
He removed his hands from her bra, but she didn’t have timeto mourn the loss of them before he gently lowered his head until his mouth was against the white cotton material. He sucked at her breast through the fabric. He looked up at her, and she watched as he laved her nipple, his tongue making the bra so wet that she could see the pink tip through the damp material. His eyes sparked as she grabbed the railing with her hands, holding on for dear life as he pleasured her with his mouth.
He held her gaze as he peeled the fabric down, taking her unadulterated nipple into his mouth. She gasped as he swirled his tongue in a way that made a jolt of molten desire surge through her. She couldn’t help herself. He made her…wanton. Like one of the hothouse flowers turned pirate queens in his films. She ground her sex down into the railing, increasing the pressure on her most sensitive spot.
He grinned. “That’s right, love, take your pleasure. It’s what you deserve.” Under normal circumstances, such words would’ve made her blush down to her toes. But she was too far gone. She held herself on the railing, rocking and grinding while he continued to kiss and suck at her breasts. It was all too much.
The feeling that she was at the top of a very tall peak increased and suddenly exploded. The golden tones of the afternoon became a panoply of orange and yellow stars clouding her vision as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
When they finally slowed, she realized that he was holding her in place as she slumped against him. Her forehead, glistening with sweat, was pressed against his shoulder and he was stroking a soothing pattern against her back.
She giggled against him, realizing how ridiculous she looked but not really caring. She pulled back and swiped at her brow, tugging at the blouse of her dress to attempt to generate some air.
“Hot?” he asked.
She nodded, still unable to form a coherent sentence.
Flynn had restored her damp bra to its rightful position at some point. Her neck was the color of the cotton-candy clouds in the sky, suffused with the heat of her pleasure.
She ran her hand along her sweaty nape. “I guess you weren’t kidding when you said it’s an unseasonably warm day for November.”
She jumped down from the railing, straightening her skirt and buttoning up her blouse, suddenly self-conscious at how exposed she was. But that only made her hotter and she cast a longing glance at the sea.
He followed her gaze. “Do you want to swim?”
Her head snapped back to him. “Oh, heavens, no. I–I couldn’t.”
“Your father was a naval captain and he didn’t teach you to swim?”
“No, no, of course I can swim. I just meant I didn’t bring a bathing suit or anything.” She clasped a bit more tightly at the neckline of her dress and peered back into the house, trying to see if any of the servants were watching.
“I’m sure we could find you one in the house. Someone’s probably left one here at some point.”
The idea that some other girl had stood on this deck like this, had taken her pleasure at Flynn’s ministrations, made jealousy twist in Livvy’s gut. She thought of that stupid black book and wondered how many of those girls had stood in this same spot. She knew it was foolish to be envious, and that he had never pretended to be anything but what he was. But the notion still made her queasy.
He grabbed her hand and tangled his fingers with hers, pulling her close and wrapping her in an embrace. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He rested his chin on top of her head.
She tried to find the words. “I’m sorry for the way I acted.How wild I was,” she murmured into his chest. God, she must have seemed like a total innocent to him, coming undone so easily. “I promise it won’t happen again.”
“I sincerely hope that’s not true.” He chucked her chin with the tips of his fingers and lifted her head so he could look into her eyes. “Don’t ever apologize for taking your pleasure with me. Watching you, the way you responded so readily to my touch, my…tongue, the way you rubbed yourself against the railing, that was—”
“But your staff… They could have seen us. I didn’t think.”
He reached out and smoothed down the wispy tendrils of her hair that had sprung up in the heat of their passion before gently planting a kiss on her forehead. “Is that what’s worrying you? I gave them all the night off. Figured we could use some privacy. That’s why I ordered in from Perino’s…so I wouldn’t need to waste any time cooking.”
She blinked up at him, unable to put into words how thoughtful that was.
His smile fell before she could respond. “I hope that wasn’t presumptuous of me.”
Now it was her turn to comfort him, cupping his cheek with her hand. “No, not at all. Not after the way I drove you to distraction on set today.”
