“I wish I hadn’t been so bloody busy tossing everyone out. I would have loved to see all of it.”
While Flynn rambled on about the fight, my body flushed all over. An unstoppable heat pulsed through me, but it was nothing like the fire that burned me earlier. This was different.
Sexual.
Intense.
And it was building.
“You look flushed,” he said.
A relentless throbbing ached between my legs. The leather bra was suddenly making my nipples sensitive, and all I could think about were visuals of that couple having sex, of someone touching me, licking me, doing sinful things to my body.
As I moved to set my glass in the sink, my knees buckled, and I dropped to the floor. Being on all fours didn’t help either, because all I wanted was for someone to come up and take me from behind.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “What’s happening to me?”
“Robin!” Flynn darted behind the bar and knelt beside me. “Did you lose too much blood?”
Blood? What blood was he talking about? I no longer felt the gash on my arm, the bruises on my knuckles, or even my swollen eye beneath my mask.
I began rocking back and forth as if an invisible man were penetrating me.
“Uh, Robin?” Flynn took my arm to help me up.
I lowered my head to his hand and smelled his skin. Dark desire consumed me, and I moaned.
“Simone!” Flynn yelled. “Get the bloody hell over here!”
Hearing his panic made me pull myself up. “I need to go,” I whispered. But when I took a step, I collapsed in his arms.
And he felt so… damn… good.
I toddled against the bar and knocked over a beer bottle. All I could do was lean over the bar and grip the other side.
“What’s wrong with her?” Simone asked.
I tried to look, but it was as if I were watching television and they didn’t exist.
Simone rested her hand on my arm, and her eyes widened. “Who touched her?”
Flynn shook his head. “No one. She was talking to me one minute, and the next she’s on the floor, begging for it. I get that a lot, by the way.”
When Simone touched me again, she hissed and clutched her hand to her chest. “What was she doing before this happened?”
“Talking. Drinking.”
“Drinking what?”
He bent over and dipped out of sight. Then he set my empty glass on the bar.
Simone lifted to her nose and sniffed it. She touched the inside, but there was no reaction until she licked her finger. Then she flew toward the sink and rinsed her mouth out.
With my cheek against the bar, I closed my eyes as carnal images filled my head. It was as if I could feel every experience at once. There was no resisting the desire that clutched me in its arms. Shutting it off was an exercise in futility, and my sexual appetite was growing by the second. Behind my flushed chest, my heart raced like a hummingbird.
Simone huffed. “Where did this bottle come from?”
Then I heard the glug-glug sound of liquid going down the drain.
