Game For Tonight (Game for It 3)

That was the last glimpse she caught of the room before a set of wide shoulders and a firm chest blocked her view completely. Not that she was protesting.

Flynn cupped her cheek and bent over her, his mouth hovering above hers for a long, agonizing moment. He was so big, she tilted her head back to look him in the eye, her breath catching when she saw the unrepentant hunger in his gaze. He wanted her. She wanted him. They were all alone. In Flynn’s house, where no one could interrupt them and ruin this moment.

“Finally,” he whispered as if he could read her mind, just before he devoured her mouth with his own.

She stood as tall as she could, winding her arms around his neck, burying her fingers in his silky, soft hair. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, and she tugged on the strands, probably a little too tightly, but God, she couldn’t bother to care. She was too overwhelmed, too excited, too relieved this moment was finally happening.

He groaned into her mouth, and she answered him with a whimper, molding her body to his, as close as she could. As in, she didn’t want even a piece of paper to fit between them. She felt him through his pants, hard and hot and unyielding, pressing against her belly, and it was as if a thousand tiny sparks of electricity raced over her skin. God, what would he look like naked?

Amazing. Perfect. Huge.

His tongue slid and teased. His teeth nipped at her lower lip and he squeezed her waist, the fabric of her sweater dress bunching in his large hands. The man was so incredibly big, but his touch was gentle. As if it took everything within him to be so restrained.

Well. She didn’t want him restrained. She wanted him out of control and wild to possess her. She wanted him tearing her clothes off and then racing his mouth over each bit of skin he bared. She wanted to feel his hands everywhere, and then she wanted to run her hands all over him.

Yeah. She wanted a lot. She wanted it all.

For one night, at least…

“Aubrey.” Her name was a husky whisper in that deliciously deep voice. His mouth at her ear, his lips brushing against her lobe and making her shiver. He slid his hand to her nape, cupping the back of her head, his fingers slipping into her hair as he held her firm.

“Yeah?” She opened her eyes to find him studying her, his lips parted and damp from their kisses. Oh God, was he having second thoughts? Maybe he realized exactly who he’d brought home and was now kissing in the kitchen. Maybe he thought she was a…

She closed her eyes briefly and shook her head once. No way could she even think the word.

Mistake.

Whoops. She’d just thought it.

“Aub.” He pressed his mouth to her forehead in a chaste kiss. One of those sweet, lovable kisses that a boy you hopelessly crushed on gave you when he knew you were crushing and he didn’t feel the same. Her heart squeezed tight in her chest as she waited for his next words. “You’re thinking too much again.”

“Am not,” she breathed, shocked at how easily he had her figured out. She believed she was the one always paying close attention to him, but maybe he’d been doing the same thing with her all along.

The thought set off a special little quiver low in her belly.

“Are, too.” He kissed the spot between her brows, the little line he’d tried to rub out back at the restaurant, and, with a sigh, she slid her eyes closed once more, bracing herself against the wall as best she could so she wouldn’t fall in a heap to the floor. The man weakened every bone in her body, with just a mere touch, a few sweet words, and a couple of deep kisses.

Okay. She was all for sweet words, fleeting touches, and deep kisses, but it was time for her to get bold and move this to the bedroom. Not that she was against wall sex. Not that she’d ever actually had wall sex before, so she was totally game to try. But not right now. Not for their first time together. She wanted a bed. A giant bed so she could sprawl across it naked and let him have his way with her.

Oh yeah. That sounded beyond promising.

“Well.” She reached out, hooking her finger in the belt loop of his pants, the one closest to the button in the center of his waistband. He sucked in a breath when she rested her remaining fingers against his fly, pressing gently against his unmistakable erection. “Maybe you should help me out. Distract me for a little bit.”

“I can do that.” The words rushed out of him as his fingers curled in her hair, gently jerking her head back so their mouths could meet in a heated, way-too-brief kiss. “Though it’ll be longer than a little bit.”

She pressed her lips together to suppress the laughter that wanted to escape. “Bad choice of words?”

“Extremely.” He trailed his lips along her cheek, her jaw, her throat. His mouth was soft and warm and damp, and she hummed with pleasure when he finally took her lips once more, in a decadent, far-too-short kiss. The man was a tease, with his lips and tongue.

An absolute, wonderful, horrible tease.

Taking her hand, he stepped away from her. “Come with me.” His voice was so deep that she felt it vibrate down to her very soul.

Aubrey entwined her fingers with his and they walked through the dark quiet of his house. She couldn’t see much but could tell it was sparsely furnished.

Flynn tugged her hand, and she turned left, following him down the long hallway, until they came to the partially closed door at the end. He pushed it open, flashing her a wicked smile from over his shoulder, before he led her into his bedroom. It was spacious, mostly empty, save for a dresser against one wall and a California king-size bed against another. He moved away from her to go to the dresser and switch on the lamp that sat there, the room becoming illuminated with a warm golden glow.

“Big bed,” she observed, a huff of breath escaping her when he crowded her from behind, his arms coming around her, his hands at her stomach.