“Something wrong?”
“No one’s ever done that before.” And, by ‘no one’, I mean Billy. The only other man I’ve ever slept with.
He raises one brow. “Never?”
I shake my head.
“Oh, wow. You’ve been missing out.” He rests his chin on his chest, right over my frantic heartbeat. “Stay tonight. Let me show you howItreat a man.”
I swallow hard. Is this a good idea? I can’t make sense of how we even got this far. Yes, he’s fucking gorgeous, but I know, deep in my heart, that I’mnotover Billy. But Jimmy knows that, doesn’t he? He asked me, and my silence will have been all the answer he needed. Not that it makes it right.
“Jimmy, I?—”
He pushes up to silence me with a kiss. “Don’t think. I don’t give a fuck about anything right now, except wanting you. You want me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then forget the rest.”
“But—”
He kisses me even more fiercely, commanding me to shut the fuck up. “Go if you don't want me. But if you do, stay, and I promise, I’ll give you the best night of your fucking life.”
I tremble. “What about?—?”
Another even fiercer kiss. “I don’t give a shit.” His voice quivers. “Give me one night, Flynn. Just one night.”
I wrap my arms around him and hold his head against my chest, over my heart. I kiss his hair and breathe in the musky scent of him. I want him so much.
“One night,” I whisper. I can’t promise more than that. I can’t even promise I won’t regret it in the morning.
He turns his face against my skin and kisses me. “Thank you.” He settles with his head resting in the crook of the left side of my neck and runs his fingertips over my right shoulder. “Still feeling good?”
“A little tender, but nowhere near as sore as it was before you worked your magic.”
He chuckles. “It was pure skill, baby, not magic.”
“Well, you must have very skilled hands.” My face flushes just thinking about how skilled he was with his hand a few minutes ago, when he rubbed us off.
“You’re going to find out how many skills I have tonight.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Yeah?”
He pushes onto his elbow so he’s looking down at me. “I told you. I’m going to give you the best night of your life.” The deep, husky tone of his voice makes me shiver.
“I got tested after we had sex.” Twice, two weeks apart, as the lady at the test centre advised.
“Me too.”
“Everything came back okay.”
“Same.”
“And I haven’t slept with anyone else.”
He twirls his finger around my nipple. “Are you asking me to fuck you bare?”
“I—” Am I? “N-no. I—I don’t think so. I—I just thought you should know.”
