Her eyes sparkled and she bent over toward him, pressing her lips to his. He groaned and his hands went up to cup her naked bottom as she licked and teased at his mouth.
She broke apart from him and looked at him, a guileless expression on her face. “Take me to bed, Flynn.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He stood, picking her up and cradling her carefully before pushing the patio door open with his foot. It took all his self-control not to race up the stairs or deposit her on the living room couch and take her right there. But as he’d told her, they had all night. There was no need to rush.
His heart swelled as she sighed and leaned her head against his chest. He bent over and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She released something between a hum and a giggle. “What is it?” he asked.
“You’re so gentle,” she mused. “I expected it to be like—”
“Like what?”
She blushed, and he realized what she was thinking of.
“Like one of my movies where the pirate ravishes the lady fair?”
She nodded, the pink color in her cheeks spreading down her neck and across the mounds of her breasts.
“Is that what you want?”
She bit her lip and the pink color continued to suffuse her body. Good God, she was not what he’d expected. Every time he thought he’d figured her out, she surprised him again. He’d imagined making gentle love to her, taking care. But she wanted to be plundered like a pirate’s treasure. And far be it from him to deny her.
“Livvy,” he growled. They had arrived at the foot of the stairs. “Do you want me to ravish you?”
She answered him with a bruising kiss, and he gave her ass aloving slap before throwing her over his shoulder and running up the stairs. She squeaked at the sudden movement, but then she laughed, a purehearted sound that shot straight to his cock, and he raced to his bedroom.
He threw her into the center of his four-poster bed, the down comforter puffing up around her. She leaned back and sat up on her elbows, and he had never seen anything so irresistible. He groaned as he realized she was staring at the obvious line of his erection in his pajama pants.
And then she licked her lips. Oh, she would be the end of him. He had seduced more women than he could count, but he had never had a siren in his bed.
She outstretched her hand and pointed at his pants before imperiously declaring, “Off.”
“I thoughtIwas supposed to ravishyou,” he quipped. She smirked and swirled her finger in the air, reiterating her request.
Flynn fumbled with the tie on his pants before letting them fall to the floor, his cock jutting out as he freed it. He had not worn undergarments either. Not because he’d expected them to end up here, but because he felt comfortable around her. Like he could be as free and unfettered as he wanted in her presence, and she wouldn’t care. He hadn’t been wearing a shirt to begin with, so now he stood entirely naked before her.
She sat up a little higher and took him in, and he resisted the urge to preen under her gaze. But he didn’t move, standing still while she looked her fill.
“I didn’t know,” she murmured. He raised an eyebrow, not knowing what she meant until she finished, “That men could be so beautiful.”
She pulled herself to her knees, crawling toward him. He stood at the edge of the bed as she placed her hands on his bare chestand explored the lines and ridges of his body while she stared into his eyes. He didn’t dare blink. He was caught in a trance, powerless beneath her touch.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
He nodded, and then her hands dipped lower, tracing his abdomen before wandering to the sharp V that acted as a treasure map to his cock. She stroked gently in the space beneath his obliques, the touch of her hands leaving a heated pulse of desire in their wake. At last, she reached his dick, and he groaned as she took it in her hand, wrapping her palm around the shaft.
She let go, suddenly afraid of his reaction.
“Don’t stop, please.”
Emboldened, she grasped him harder this time, gliding her hand up and down. He bit his lip in an effort to maintain control while she played with him. As she quickened her pace, her hand responding to his increasingly jagged breaths, he bit down so hard he feared he might draw blood. She found the bead of moisture at the head, and without instruction, she flicked at it with her thumb, slicking his entire cock with it until it was glistening.
He hadn’t said a word this entire time, grunting and breathing at her ministrations—and she had watched him, reveling in the effect of her touch. But as she bent down to put her mouth to him, he stilled her with his hand. “No.”
She looked up at him, confused, and the perplexed little wrinkle of her nose nearly did him in. “But I thought—”
He chuckled, a sound low in his throat. “I can imagine few things as spectacular as your pretty little mouth on my cock, my dear, but not yet. Tonight is about you. And your pleasure.”
Her confusion transformed into delighted shock, her mouth popping into a perfect O. He pushed gently at her shoulder andshe fell back on the bed, scrambling backwards on her elbows as he kneeled on the mattress before her.
