My breath caught in my throat as his hazel eyes burned into mine.
Flint Campbell looked dead serious right now.
Then, he lowered his mouth to mine. The kiss was slow and deep, not like the frenzied kiss from earlier.
It was like he was trying to tell me something with his lips that he couldn’t put into words. I melted into it despite myself, my hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders.
His fingers found the top button of my cardigan, and I felt it give way. Then the second button. And the third.
He took his time with each one, his knuckles brushing against my skin through the thin fabric of my bra, and by the time he reached the last button, I was trembling.
This is happening.
He pushed my cardigan open and just looked at me for a moment, his gaze traveling over the white lace of my bra and the soft swell of my breasts spilling over the cups.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and the reverence in his voice made my eyes sting again.
He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to the curve of my breast. Then another, and another, trailing his mouth across my skin until I was arching up into him.
His beard scratched deliciously against my sensitive flesh as he nipped me through the fabric, his tongue tracing the edge of the cup.
“Flint, please—”
He reached beneath me and unclasped my bra with one hand, pulling it away to bare me completely. The cool air hit my nipples, and they tightened instantly, and then his mouth was on me, hot and wet and perfect.
He sucked one nipple between his lips, and I cried out, my fingers tangling in his shaggy hair.
His tongue swirled around the peak, teasing and tasting, while his hand came up to cup my other breast, his thumb rolling over the nipple until I was writhing beneath him.
“So fucking perfect,” he growled against my skin.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, and then I was lost.
My hips rolled up against him instinctively, seeking friction, seeking more of him.
I heard the rasp of jeans sliding down, and my breath caught.
His hand skated down my body, pushing my skirt up around my hips, and then his fingers were hooking into the waistband of my panties.
But he didn’t pull them off. Instead, he pushed them to the side, baring me right there in the bookstore.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and my eyes flew open to meet his. “I want you to see exactly who’s inside you.”
And then he was pushing into me, slow and steady, stretching me in a way that made me gasp. He was big, bigger than I’dexpected, and my body struggled to accommodate him even as slick arousal eased his way.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Take all of me, Avery. You can do it.”
He sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside me. We both stilled, breathing hard, and I could feel him everywhere.
He filled me so completely that I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel incredible. So tight. So wet.”
He started to move, pulling back slowly before thrusting forward again, and I moaned at the sensation. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure radiating through my body, building and building until I thought I might shatter.
He set a rhythm, and I wrapped my legs around his hips to pull him closer. The new angle made him hit something inside me that had me crying out with every thrust.
“That’s it,” he growled, deep and steady. “Let me hear you. I want everyone in this town to know you’re mine.”
