“Because I’m ready to take it off.”
Then they were kissing again, mouths meeting messily as their hands roamed, groping for buttons and zippers. She had his shirt halfway unbuttoned by the time he’d unzipped her dress. But instead of removing it, his hands went to her hair, gently removing the clasp that held it in a knot on the back of her head. It tumbled down her back, settling against her exposed skin, and Flynn groaned in appreciation.
“That’s better.”
It’ll only get in the way while we’re having sex, she started to say but stopped herself. If he wanted to see her with her hair down tonight, she was happy to indulge him. She took off his jacket and pushed his shirt over his shoulders, revealing the undershirt beneath. “So many layers,” she teased as she hooked her fingers beneath the hem and lifted it. He raised his arms, allowing her to slide it over his head.
“More like it.” She ran her fingers over his bare chest, appreciating his athletic frame and the coarse rub of his chest hair beneath her fingertips.
“My turn.” He slid the dress down her arms, helping her to step out of it. He tossed it on the chair behind them, his gaze raking appreciatively over her body. “And you, by comparison, have very few layers.”
She’d foregone a bra tonight since the dress had a fitted bodice, and as a result, she was now standing before him in nothing but black satin panties while he still had on his pants. She reached for him, intending to level the playing field, but he was kissing her again as his hand slid down her stomach. He stroked her over her underwear, and the hum of desire that had been buzzing through her veins elevated to a roar.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips moving to the rhythm of his fingers, her senses overwhelmed by the throbbing need he’d ignited in her core.
“You’re so beautiful, Ruby.”
She fumbled the button on his pants, finally freeing it and pushing down his zipper. Flynn stepped out of them, tossing them in the direction of his shirt and her dress. His boxer briefs tented impressively in front, and she ran her palm over his length, thrilled with the feel of him, so hard. It had been over a year since she’d had sex, maybe two, and she felt absolutely starved for his touch, to feel him on top of her, inside her, literally everywhere.
“Hurry,” she mumbled, pushing his briefs to the floor before stepping out of her panties. She lay back on the bed, drawing him down with her.
“What’s this?” He slid down to press his lips against the little red bird tattooed on her hip.
“I got it after my bone marrow transplant, once I was well.” She gasped as his tongue swirled over her skin, hot and wet. “To celebrate being able to spread my wings.”
“You were free of your cage,” he murmured against her hip, his breath sending goose bumps over her skin.
“Yes.” She curled her fingers into his hair, wanting to keep him there, but also wanting to feel him everywhere.
“I’d say you’ve flown pretty far.” He kissed his way over her belly to her breast.
“I didn’t at first,” she said, her voice gone whisper-soft with pleasure. “But I am this week.”
He took her nipple between his teeth, tongue flicking against the sensitive nub, and she made a sound she didn’t even know she was capable of as desire rolled in a hot wave through her body.
“Oh my God,” she panted.
“You like that?” He looked up at her with a smug smile before turning his attention to her other breast.
“Mm hmm.” She arched her back, increasing the pressure of his mouth. Her legs slid against his, their hips rocking together in an imitation of the act their bodies were demanding. His cock pressed against her, and the ache between her thighs grew. “There are condoms in the table beside the bed.”
Flynn lifted his head, eyebrows raised. “You came prepared.”
“I’m a woman of the twenty-first century,” she told him. She might not have her spreadsheets this week, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t still plan ahead. “Besides, I bet we’d have only had one if I’d left it to you.”
He gave her a rueful look. “Guilty as charged, and grateful for this modern woman who will allow us to properly enjoy our night together.”
“As you should be.” She nipped at his earlobe, giving him a gentle nudge toward the side of the bed.
He opened the drawer and grabbed a condom, leaving the box on the table for easy access before covering himself. “You’re a woman of many surprises, Ruby Keller,” he murmured as he settled himself over her.
“I’m trying, anyway.”
He reached between them and stroked her, circling her clit, and she groaned, tilting her hips into his hand, seeking more pressure, more friction, more everything. He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock, pushing into her in one long, slow stroke.
“Fuck, yes.” He withdrew and thrust again, stretching her, filling her.
“Yes,” she echoed, swamped in sensation. She drew him closer, feeling the weight of him against her, the rough scratch of his chest hair against her sensitive nipples, the incredible heat building between them as he pounded into her. That unruly lock of hair bounced over his forehead with each stroke, adding something endearing to the otherwise erotic image of him hovering over her, eyes blown with desire, sweat beading on his brow as he grew closer to his release.
