As subtly as she could muster, she spread her legs, indicating she wanted more, that she wanted those assured fingers right on the front of her panties, but then he hesitated. For a split second that she should’ve never noticed, but she did. Her eyes flew open, and the first thought that came to mind flew right out of her mouth.
“Flynn, tell me the truth.” She paused for a millisecond before she blurted, “Are you really a virgin?”
…
Flynn stopped in his pursuit of removing a pair of pretty white panties and lifted his head to find Aubrey watching him, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her brows lowered in worry.
Aw, hell. Had she really just asked that? He’d been hoping they could move right on into sex and she wouldn’t question him. Being with Aubrey, kissing her, touching her…it felt good. He liked the way she looked at him. As though he was her hero and personal sex god, all wrapped up in one.
Women acted as if they wanted to service him. As if they wanted to please only him, forget if they had their own mind or opinions.
Not Aubrey. She was all about seeking her pleasure, too, and he liked it. She was allowed to be a little selfish. So was he.
But he really didn’t want to have this particular conversation right now. Not when he was about to get his fingers beneath her panties and find out just how hot and wet she was.
“Forget it.” She shook her head, closing her eyes tight as she flopped back against the mattress. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath the dress—he really needed to take that off—and she slung her arm across her eyes. As if she were afraid to face him. “Forget I even asked that question. I hope I didn’t spoil the mood. Tell me I didn’t spoil it, Flynn.”
He didn’t say a word. Merely crawled onto the mattress, pinning her beneath him, his knees on either side of her hips, his hands braced on the pillow where her head lay, caging her in. Reaching for her arm, he lifted it away from her eyes, and she let it flop to her side. “You’re not spoiling it,” he murmured. It was come-clean time. Apprehension rode him hard, and he took a deep breath, ready to be honest.
Ready to be real.
But he took one look at Aubrey, and the words stalled in his throat. Her eyes were wide and fathomless. She looked scared. As if maybe she didn’t want to know the truth? He really hoped that wasn’t the case, because he was going for it. Besides, she wouldn’t rat him out. She was his publicist, for God’s sake.
Yeah, your publicist, you moron. The one who’s always looking for an angle to share with the media and make you look better to your adoring fans. What better way to make you look like a saint than declaring to the eager public that you are, indeed, a virgin?
Well, God willing, he was about to lose that burden here soon.
“You don’t have to answer that question,” she blurted, pressing her lips together when she was done.
Screw it. “I’m going to answer the question.” Dipping down, he nuzzled his face against hers, taking her mouth in a quick, hot kiss before he broke away to stare down at her. “It’s true.”
Her eyes went even wider, if that was possible. “Really?”
Never looking away from her, he nodded. “I don’t want to get into a long conversation about my past sexual experiences right now, since…” He thrust his hips against hers, nice and slow, smiling at the choked sound that escaped her. “But just so you know, I’m not a complete amateur.”
The wide-eyed, startled look left her and, in its place, came a sultry smile. The sight of it about knocked him over. “I would never call you an amateur, Flynn.”
Thank God for that, because he was going to put all of his hard work and effort into pleasuring Aubrey tonight. He approached everything in life like he did football—with equal parts determination and extreme, unwavering focus.
Lifting up so he rested on his knees, he grabbed at her dress and started tugging it up, past her breasts—revealing the matching white bra, holy hell—and she lifted her arms, tilting her head up so he could pull off the offending piece of clothing. She lay back down, her rich, auburn-colored hair spreading out across the pillow, emphasizing her peaches-and-cream complexion, those dark brown eyes watching him, filled with unmistakable anticipation.
Tearing his gaze from hers, he drank in her body, on display just for his perusal. Her skin was smooth and her breasts plump above the thin white silk and lace of her bra. Unable to stop himself, he reached out and traced the lace trim, skimming her skin, causing goose bumps to rise. She shivered as he, pleased to see the front clasp of her bra, ran his fingers between her breasts,. With a quick flick, he had the hook undone, the cups springing away from her. Offering him a tantalizing glimpse of her naked breasts.
Her breathing increased, the quick rise and fall of her chest his first indication she was aroused, and she released a little whimper when he brushed aside first one cup, then the other. Her breasts were full, with hard nipples a deep rosy pink. Dipping his head, he breathed across her skin, and her hands immediately went to the back of his head, holding him there.
Clearly indicating she wanted more.
He gave it to her, raining kisses acr
oss the tops of her breasts, along the valley in between, purposely not touching her nipples. Driving her crazy, driving himself crazy, but he was saving that treat for last. Her fingers twisted in his hair as she arched against him, and he finally wrapped his lips around one nipple, sucking it deep, her flesh seeming to swell in his mouth.
She moaned, writhing beneath him as he gave the same treatment to the other nipple. He sucked and licked, kissed and nipped before he slipped farther down and blazed a trail with his lips along her stomach.
“Flynn,” she whispered, her hands never leaving his hair. He looked up at her, his cock growing even harder beneath the strangling confines of his pants at the sight before him. Her nipples were damp from his mouth, and a faint pink flush covered her skin. She shrugged out of the bra, tossing it onto the floor, and he could feel the heat of her from beneath the panties, scorching his chest. He was laid out on top of her, careful not to release all his weight, since he outweighed her by at least double.
“Hold on.” He sprang away from her, climbing off the bed so he could get rid of his pants. First, he went to the dresser, grabbing a box of condoms out of the top drawer that he kept there because, damn it, he’d known it was gonna happen someday and he’d wanted to be prepared.
That it was happening with Aubrey only made the entire moment that much freaking better.