Flynn growled low, crashing his mouth back to hers, kissing her until she forgot her own name. His hands swept down her body until they curved around the swell of her ass, pulling her tighter against him. The rough drag of denim against her bare heat made her gasp into his mouth, her fingers clutching at his shoulders.
His breath tore out ragged, “Christ, Heather…”
He tugged the sash, and the robe gaped open, falling away to reveal every inch of her. His breath left him in a guttural groan, roughened with hunger. He didn’t seize—he traced. Calloused fingers glided down the slope of her breast, lingering at the peak before drifting lower, feather-light over her stomach. Her hips twitched as he skimmed past, lower still, but at the last second he veered, stroking the inside of her thigh instead.
Heather shuddered, her head tipping back against the pillows, the robe slipping further with every touch until there was nothing left between them. “Flynn…”
His mouth curved against her throat, hot breath trailing fire over her skin. “Aye,mo chridhe. I feel ye shakin’ for me.” His hand hovered maddeningly close to where she ached, skimming her skin with touches so light they barely registered—except everywhere her body screamed for more.
Her thighs trembled, parting instinctively, chasing him. Still, he lingered, teasing, drawing his touch up, then down again, circling but never quite giving her what she needed.
By the time his fingers finally brushed her aching center, she arched up with a gasp, a cry tearing from her throat.
Flynn’s gaze pinned her in place—blue fire, hungry but unbearably sure. His voice dropped, low enough to shiver straight through her.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes snapped to his, breath stuttering.
“Good lass.” His thumb brushed her inner thigh in a slow, devastating sweep. “If ye want me to stop, say it. If ye want me to keep going…”
He leaned in, lips ghosting against hers, all restraint and promise.
“Give me the word, and I’ll take ye exactly where ye’re beggin’ to go.”
Heather’s breath trembled, her answer barely a whisper.
“Go.”
Flynn’s exhale broke against her skin, something like a growl, something like a prayer.
“Aye,” he murmured, the command turning molten. “That’s my girl.”
His hands shook where they skimmed her, as though the sheer weight of her trust undid him more than anything else.Flynn’s hand lingered at her inner thigh, his fingers feathering maddening circles closer, closer—then retreating again, teasing her until she wanted to scream.
“Flynn,” she gasped, tugging his hair, her body arching desperately into him. “Please…”
He growled low. “That’s it, lass. Beg me. Let me hear ye.”
She whimpered, “I’m begging.”
That undid him. His fingers finally slid through her slick heat, stroking her with a care that belied the need in his voice. Heather’s head tipped back, a cry ripping out as her hips chased his touch.
Flynn’s eyes locked on her face, watching every flicker, every gasp, his breath ragged. “God above, look at ye…” His thumb pressed just so, circling her tenderly as two fingers dipped inside, stretching her slowly, deliberately, like he wanted her to feel every inch of him.
Heather sobbed his name, nails clawing down his back, her body bowing under the torment of his rhythm. He kissed her temple, her jaw, her open mouth—all the while murmuring against her skin.
“Every sound, every shiver… it’s mine, Heather. All mine.”
The coil inside her snapped, pleasure tearing through her in a flood. She cried out, clinging to him as waves wracked her body, her hips jerking helplessly against his hand.
Flynn groaned like her release wrecked him too, kissing her as she fell apart, swallowing her cries. He didn’t stop until her tremors slowed, until her sobs turned to whimpers and her body sagged, boneless beneath him.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his fingers still glistening, his chest heaving. “Sweet Christ, I could die happy just watchin’ ye come apart for me.”
Heather blinked up at him, dazed, undone, tears streaking her temples. “Flynn…”
His mouth crashed to hers again, hungry and desperate all at once. “You’ve no idea what you do to me,mo nighean ruadh,” he growled.
