“I had it custom made so I could fit,” he murmured against her neck, pushing aside her hair with a nudge of his nose, tickling her, making her lift her shoulders to fend him off. Not that she really wanted him to leave. “They’re never long enough.”
“I’m sure,” she murmured, settling her trembling hands atop his. She had a sense of how long he was elsewhere. She’d felt it up close and personal only moments ago. And…yes, she was definitely feeling his erection nudge against her butt right now. “It’s a nice room. Nice house. Not much furniture, though.”
“Don’t have time to shop for furniture,” he murmured against her neck just before he licked it. A jolt of heat speared through her, settling like a direct hit between her legs. “And why are we talking about furniture again?”
No clue.
She turned in his arms, resting her hands on his chest. “You’re right. No more talk. Let’s focus on the action. You like that sort of thing, right?”
He raised a brow. Such a good look for him. “I’m all about action over words, though words can be good, too.”
Oh, how she loved those earnest things he said. The man was brutally honest. If he didn’t want her, he wouldn’t hesitate to stop this from happening. He’d do it in a nice way, though. Never insulting her or being mean, he’d let her down gently.
But he didn’t let her down. He didn’t turn her away. Flynn Foley had dragged her into his bedroom, which meant she needed to get over any leftover insecurities lingering in her subconscious and get this party started.
Breathing deep, she kept her eyes focused on the task before her and started to slowly unbutton his shirt. One by one, she slipped each little button from its hole, revealing a sliver of skin. Then a width of skin, until finally the shirt was completely undone and it was hanging open, his broad, smooth chest on display just for her.
She’d seen him without a shirt before. Seen him in low-hanging athletic shorts, in sweats, in his uniform sans shirt, just those tight pants that drove her crazy with lust.
But never before had she seen him this up close. She let her gaze eat him up, not quite sure where to look next because it was all so good. His pecs were firm, the skin smooth with a scant amount of dark hair in between. Washboard abs, flat stomach, perfect belly button with a trail of hair that started just beneath it and disappeared beyond the waistband of his pants.
Her mouth went dry and she swallowed hard, lifting her head to find him watching her as he slowly shrugged out of the shirt, letting it fall to the ground. His biceps bulged with the movement, and her knees went weak. How she adored his arms. They were her favorite part of him.
Well, all his parts were favored. The man was absolute perfection. And in about thirty seconds, she was going to launch herself straight at him.
But he beat her to the punch, reaching for her face so he could cradle her cheeks just before he blew her mind with a soul-stirring kiss. Deep, hot, and wet. Her favorite kind of kiss, the only kind of kiss a girl deserved just before she was about to get down and dirty with the hottest man on the planet.
She returned the kiss with enthusiasm, her hands roaming all over his naked torso, and she felt his muscles twitch beneath her palms when she skimmed them across his stomach. Feeling bold, she curled her fingers into the waistband of his pants, her fingers going for the button so she could undo and then unzip, but he settled one hand over hers, halting her progress.
Damn it.
“Hold on.” His voice was ragged, and his breathing
was accelerated. His fingers gripped hers, and for a heart-stopping moment, she thought he was going to stop her.
Because, yeah, he was going to say he was a virgin and he was saving himself and wow, it’s been real, but maybe he’d better take her home after all…
“We need to get you out of that dress, Aub. And those tights or stockings or whatever you call them.” He smiled down at her. “Gotta put us on a fair playing field, right?”
Overwhelming relief almost had her slumping to the floor, so thank God he still had a grip on her. Slowly, he released her fingers and settled his hands on her shoulders, looking her square in the eye.
Just before he pushed her so she had no choice but to fall backward onto the bed.
“Hey,” she said in gentle protest, laughing when she found him smiling down at her. His hands were on his hips, and all those crazy muscles of his gleamed in the gentle light from the lamp. The laughter died in her throat when he knelt before her and took hold of one of her booted feet, nimble fingers reaching for the zipper and slowly undoing it.
Okay. This was hot. Hotter than hot. Flynn Foley was undressing her. Taking off her boots, letting them drop to the floor with a thunk. He glanced up, his lids lowered as he examined her, mouth parted, head cocked, and then he was reaching for the hem of her dress, gathering the fabric in his hands and pushing it up, up…
“Lift your pretty little ass, Aub,” he commanded, his voice about ten octaves lower than normal and sending a pulse of heat right between her thighs.
She did as he asked and he shoved the fabric up past her hips before he reached for the waistband of her black tights. “Um, maybe I should help you…” She had a hell of a time taking them off on her own. Who knew if a guy could muster up the skill?
But Flynn did have skills. She really shouldn’t be surprised. He could do anything he set his mind to. He carefully rolled the tights down, his fingers teasing the skin along the silk and lace of her white panties, and she sucked in a harsh breath at his not-so-innocent touch. He peeled the thick black wool and Lycra down her thighs, fingers tickling, touching her sensitive skin, and almost making her eyes cross. Past her knees, her calves, until he was tugging them off first one foot, then the other, before he let the fabric fall onto the ground at the foot of the bed.
“There,” he said, the satisfaction in his voice loud and clear. His gaze lingered and she almost wanted to squirm. “You have the sexiest legs,” he murmured.
Ha. The Hawks cheerleaders had legs to their noses. Now, those were sexy. Hers? Not so much.
Before she could utter a word of protest, he grabbed hold of her ankle, then drifted his fingers up, teasing her skin with his light touch. She closed her eyes, everything inside of her focused on those long, calloused fingers making their journey up her quivering flesh. Over her knee, the tops of her thighs, her inner thighs…