He chuckled. “You’re a whole thing.”
“So are you.”
He grabbed his wallet, and then he did take out a condom.
They were really going to do this. But in some way, she felt they already had. They had already achieved the kind of intimacy she had always been afraid of.
She wasn’t afraid of him. She wasn’t. But he did make her chest ache. He did make her heart beat faster. She didn’t quite know what to do with that. Because he made her want things.
And wanting things went against her better judgment. Wanting things when she couldn’t hide that she wanted them was even worse.
But then he was kissing her, and she couldn’t think. Even as the blunt head of his arousal pressed against her, she couldn’t think.
And when he filled her, it was everything. He was everything. She was wrong about one thing. Everything that had come before this was nothing like this. Flynn was deep inside her, so deep that it took her breath away. Flynn was moving inside her, and she could feel him. Every glorious inch.
He was shuddering in pleasure now, and the look on his face was almost like pain, except she knew it wasn’t. She knew exactly what it was, because she had felt it.
“I want you,” she said. Because she was trying to blot out the lie she had told. How had she ever told Flynn that she didn’t want him? She was an idiot. She wanted him.
Of course she did.
He was Flynn.
She had never wanted anyone else.
He thrust deep, hard, and his eyes clashed with hers. Suddenlyshe couldn’t breathe. Terror streaked through her, just for a moment, because that instant felt too big to be contained. It felt too big for her to hold onto.
This felt like something dangerous. Lightning in a bottle, and if that bottle shattered, they were cooked.
But she couldn’t pull away from him. Didn’t want to. She had to see it through to the end, and oh, how she wanted it.
But it was every bit as big as she had always been scared it would be. Every bit as profound.
His movements began to take them both to heaven. She had been so certain there was no way she was going to be able to have another orgasm. But as pleasure chased them both, as it caught up with him, as he began to lose control, she found herself closer to the brink too.
Because she had done this to him. It made her feel like she mattered. Like she was special.
It was that feeling that sent her over. She clung to him, arching against him, even as he shook, calling her name like a curse and a prayer all rolled into one.
She clung to him. She didn’t want it to be over. She didn’t want him to pull away from her. Not now.
“Flynn,” she whispered.
He kissed her cheek. “Thank you,” he said.
“For what?” she asked.
“For giving that to me.”
She wanted to say it wasn’t a big deal. But it was. It was a huge deal. And she couldn’t pretend. It was in her nature to push people away. But doing that with him now would just seem silly. “You were the only one,” she said because it was true. “The only one I could’ve done that with.” He looked as if he had been hit in the head. “Not because I’m in love with you or anything,” she said quickly. And immediately felt stupid. “It’s because … there’s always been something between us. And when we were talking tonight, I knew that you’re like me. You actually understand.”
He leaned in and kissed her, and suddenly she felt overcome.
“I’m staying,” he said.
“You don’t need to do that,” she responded.
“I want to.”
