He wrapped his arm around her waist, crushing her breasts to his bare chest, and carried her across the trailer to her bed. He laid her down in the center of the mattress, looming over her, his eyes searching hers. He kissed her, and she melted. Every time his mouth touched hers, she melted a little bit more.
He pulled her dress off the rest of the way, took her underwear down with it. Then her shoes. Throwing it all on the floor. She was naked in front of him, but she couldn’t feel embarrassed, not anymore, not with the open appreciation on his face.
“Trust me,” he said, his voice rough. He leaned in and kissed her hipbone. She jumped. Oh, he was going to … Oh.
He kissed his way down the top of her thigh, and her heart was pounding so hard in her head, it almost eclipsed the sound of the rain on the roof. He pressed her thighs apart, and her skin got hot. All the way up, her ears burning.
But then he kissed the inside of her thigh, and she gripped the bedspread, trying to find something to hold her in place.
“Trust me,” he whispered again as he moved his mouth to the center of her thighs. As he began to lick her. Kiss her the way that he had just done her mouth. His tongue was even more effective here. The way he teased her. Tormented her. Her hips arched up off the bed, and he took that as an invitation to grab her rear and hold her tightly to his mouth, as he ate deeper and deeper into the intimate heart of her. She felt pleasure building in her stomach, felt tension stretching tighter and tighter. She was a virgin, but she knew what an orgasm felt like. And this one was coming on strong.
She wanted to hang on, wanted to stop it. Because suddenly the idea of losing herself like this in front of somebody else made her feel more than naked. But she couldn’t hold back. He slicked his tongue once more over that sensitive bundle of nerves there, and she shattered. Crying out his name, clinging to his shoulders. He was everything.
This was everything.
“Good,” he said. He kissed her thigh again, her stomach, back up to her mouth. He claimed her even as he put his hand between her thighs and began to slick her wetness over the place she was most sensitive. He angled his hand, pushing one finger inside her. She gasped. It was unfamiliar, but it didn’t hurt.
“Good?” he asked against her lips.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He teased her like that, before adding a second finger. “We’re going to take this part really slow,” he said.
“I’m a horse rider. It’s not going to hurt.”
“We’re going to make sure it doesn’t hurt,” he said. “To the very best of my ability.”
“It won’t.”
“You haven’t seen me naked yet, don’t forget.”
“Oh.” In many ways that was very good news. Because she wouldn’t want the glorious Flynn Wilder to be a disappointment in that department. But now she felt a little bit of trepidation.
Just a little bit.
“Still good?” he asked, as he stroked her gently.
“So good,” she said, her head arching back on the pillows.
“You’re so gorgeous, Jessie. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. And it’s been so many years. You have any idea how many times I thought about it?” He moved a third finger inside her, and this time the stretch was a little bit uncomfortable. But she trusted him. Relaxed into it. “I’ve thought about being with you so many times. Even if it wasn’t quite like this. This is better, though. I want you to know that. You’re better. I never could’ve imagined you exactly as you are. You’re even more perfect.”
What she really didn’t expect was for his words to affect her so profoundly. What she really didn’t expect was for those words to be the thing that carried her straight over the edge into her second orgasm. Her internal muscles gripped his fingers tight as she helplessly shuddered out a release that left her feeling spent and breathless. “Flynn,” she whispered.
“That’s right, good girl.”
She wanted to lean against him. Wanted to rest herself on him.Good girl.That was going to echo inside her for longer than it should. She had never dreamed about being Flynn Wilder’s good girl. But she could get used to it. She was usually difficult. Usually kind of bad. And she didn’t mind that either. But this was something only the two of them shared.
Just them.
This was something special.
He withdrew his fingers, but kept on stroking her, kept her on the edge of another climax. Even though she felt wrung out. She also wanted to keep on going. She wanted more. She wanted everything. He stood up, took his wallet out, and threw it next to her on the mattress. Then he undid his belt, his pants, and kicked his shoes off as he removed the rest of his clothes.
Her heart stopped.
Well. She understood his point now. He was … glorious. And very big. But somehow, she just knew that he would be perfect forher. Because hadn’t he been? Everything he had done had been great. She expected him to get a condom out and thrust home, but that wasn’t what he did. Instead, he got onto the mattress, lay next to her on the bed and stroked her face. It made her heart feel as if it was going to explode. “Are you ready?”
She nodded wordlessly. He moved his hand along her cheek, and she turned her head, biting his thumb.
