Game For Tonight (Game for It 3)

Over the moon for Flynn Foley. Yeah, he thought they were trying for a real relationship here, but the minute he found out about her deal with Harvey…

He’d hate her forever.

Flynn broke the kiss first, his mouth on her neck, his tongue licking her skin. She shivered beneath his ministrations, letting her hands fall to his sides so she could slip her fingers beneath the hem of his T-shirt. She touched his stomach, the muscles flinching beneath her fingertips, and she smiled. Whimpered, when he licked that particularly sensitive spot behind her ear.

It felt so good to give in. She’d missed his hands on her, his mouth on her…

There was no harm in being with him one more time. As though she could resist anyway. She wanted him too much.

“Damn Aubrey, you feel so good,” he murmured against her skin, his voice so deep, it seemed to vibrate straight through her. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”

When he said things like that… The lines were blurring, and it confused the hell out of her. She didn’t know what was real anymore.

“Me, either,” she confessed, her voice soft, her breath catching in her throat when he lifted his head, and his intense gaze locked on her face.

A little smile curled his swollen lips as he leaned in and dropped a lingering, damp kiss on her mouth. “Can you feel this? Feel how much I want you?” He thrust against her, his unmistakable erection nudging between her legs, and she groaned in answer, giving in to him so easily.

He didn’t say another word, just took the kiss deeper, his tongue circling hers, his hands searching her body, sliding beneath her T-shirt, much like she’d done to him only moments ago. His calloused fingertips sent shivers rippling through her as they moved up her sides, his hands stopping just under her breasts. Her nipples hardened beneath the satiny fabric of her bra, and she clung to him. Hoping he got the hint that she wanted more.

So much more.

She wanted to cry out in relief when he cupped her breasts, his wide palms engulfing her flesh. He smoothed his thumbs back and forth, teasing her nipples, and then his fingers were delving beneath the bra, touching bare, sensitive skin.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped out. He shoved the bra cups down roughly, circling her nipples with his fingers, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

God, his touch just felt so good, so perfect. She was lost in Flynn’s hands, his delicious mouth, the way he felt pressed up against her, all hard and unyielding.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked after he broke their kiss, his breathing accelerated.

She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her, a light sheen of sweat covering his forehead, his lips swollen from her kisses. Inclining her head toward the short hallway to her right, she answered, “Down the hall, last door on the right.”

Holding her close, he carried her to her bedroom, letting her go when he stood at the foot of her bed. She slid along the length of his body slowly, enjoying how he visibly reacted to her. His eyelids fluttered, and he released a shuddering breath before pressing his lips together.

He closed his eyes, looking as if he could barely keep control. She watched in fascination at this war he battled within himself. But what was he fighting against? Giving in to his primal urges? His hands clenched into fists, and he breathed deep, his wide chest expanding, making her want to reach out and touch him. Reassure him that everything would be all right, that they were in this together.

His mouth locked with hers, his hands everywhere, shedding her of her clothes as fast as he could. Pulling her T-shirt over her head, shoving at her shorts and panties. She helped him, breathless as she tore off her bra and kicked off her shorts and underwear. Until she stood before him completely naked while he was still fully clothed.

His eyes lit with golden fire, and he guided her toward the bed, gently pushing so she settled on the edge of the mattress. “Lay back,” he murmured, his soft voice edged with a steel that told her he would brook no argument.

Excitement buzzed through her veins as she crawled back on the bed, resting her head on the pile of pillows. The soft comforter rubbed her sensitive skin, making her shiver, and she watched with eager eyes as Flynn shed his shirt, then undid the snap on his jeans.

God, he had the most amazing chest ever. All firm, bulging muscle, without being too much. He had biceps that were out of this world. There was the lightest smattering of hair in the center of his chest, as well as a darkened trail of hair that ran from just beneath his navel into his jeans. A trail she wanted to map with her tongue right now, if he’d let her.

He’d better let her.

A smile curled his lips as he raked his gaze over her, his eyes settling on her breasts. “You sure look pretty waiting for me, lying there naked.”

Feeling bold, Aubrey slowly parted her legs, trailed her fingers across her stomach. “I’m getting cold though, Flynn. You’re going to join me, right?”

Hmm, that got him moving faster. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and shucked his jeans, though he kept his underwear on, which she couldn’t help but think was cute. Besides, he looked damn good in those dark gray boxer briefs. The cotton fabric clung to his thick thighs, his thick cock…

He stretched out beside her and took her in his arms, his hands settling on her backside as he kissed her deeply. She plastered her body to his, wanting to feel him, needing that skin-on-skin contact. His groan lit an awakening fire deep within her, and she wrapped her arms around his middle, pulling him so he lay sprawled across her, their mouths never parting.

“Slow down,” he whispered against her lips when she slipped her hand between them and cupped his erection. “I want to enjoy you, baby.”

Aubrey didn’t let go of him. It was as if she couldn’t. And she really loved the way he’d just called her baby. “But I like touching you,” she murmured, stroking his erection nice and slow.

“I like touching you, too.” Chuckling, he nuzzled her cheek with his nose, then her neck, his hair tickling her face. She sighed and clung to him, her fingers digging into his hips. He was so tender, so sweet.