Game For Tonight (Game for It 3)

“Much.” She tilted her head back as he brought his down, their mouths meeting in a featherlight kiss. Her lips were damp and warm, her taste sweet and minty. He let his lips linger as hers parted, sneaking his tongue in for a quick lick against hers. “Flynn,” she said in protest after they broke apart.

“What?” He told himself to calm his racing heart as he reached out and cupped her cheek, smoothing his thumb across her soft skin. But he couldn’t calm anything. “I want you, Aub.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed, the sound soft. “Not here.”

“Why not?”

Now her eyes went wide. “Flynn Foley, are you wanting us to join the mile-high club?”

It was his turn to laugh. “I’m not about to get it on in a plane bathroom. They’re too small. We wouldn’t fit. I swear I’m too damn broad for those things.”

Her eyes smoldered. “You are awfully broad. One of my favorite things about you.”

“That’s it? That’s your favorite thing about me? My broadness?” He was teasing, and she smiled in return. Ah, she was acting like normal Aubrey right now, which relieved him. He didn’t like how tense she’d seemed earlier. Made him nervous.

He just wanted her happy. Wanted her to feel on top of the world too, just like he did.

“That and a few other things,” she said mysteriously, her hand creeping up his leg to pause right at the top of his thigh before sliding down so her fingers were nestled between his legs. They brushed against his cock and it twitched to life. Just like that. “We so should not do any of this here. On the plane.”

“We may as well live a little,” he whispered against her lips just before he took them in a deep, wet kiss.

“But Flynn…” She’d already turned into him, one hand clutching his shoulder while the other…hell, the other rested directly on top of his dick.

“Don’t put on the but Flynn act for me while you’re touching me like that,” he muttered. He kissed her again. Fiercely this time, determined to let her know exactly how he felt about her. If he still couldn’t quite put his feelings into words, then he could at least show her. And don’t most people prefer actions to words?

But showing Aubrey how much she meant to him by touching her, kissing her…yeah, that he could do. That’s what he wanted to do.

“You like it when I touch you like that?” She deliberately stroked him, her fingers curved around his erection, and he lifted his hips the slightest bit.

“Hell yeah,” he whispered. He slid his hand around her neck, his fingers at her nape as he held her still and kissed her. A little moan escaped her, and he hoped like hell no one had heard it. He wanted Aubrey all to himself. Just for a little bit.

Flynn drifted his other hand down her front, underneath her sweater to skim across her stomach. She nipped his lower lip, indicating she knew exactly what he was doing but would not put a stop to it, and he smiled, let his fingers continue on their path upward. Until he encountered soft lace and warm, plump skin. He brushed his thumb across her hard nipple, a surge of pleasure bolting through him at her soft gasp.

“Feel good?” he asked against her lips as he slowly circled her nipple with his thumb.

She nodded, seemingly at a loss for words, and he devoured her mouth while simultaneously slipping his fingers beneath the lace of her bra so he could touch bare flesh.

“Flynn.” Her voice was an achy little whisper, and he withdrew slightly so he could study her face. Her lips were parted and swollen, damp from his kisses, and her hair in disarray from his fingers. She lifted her wild gaze to his and blinked at him, shaking her head. “You should stop. I’m this close to unraveling.”

“Really?” He knew he sounded hopeful, and she laughed.

“Really,” she whispered just before their lips met in a gentle kiss.

“I could make you come. No one would know,” he murmured when they broke apart.

Her sharp intake of breath told him she liked the idea. And was also scandalized by it. He became a totally different person when he was with Aubrey.

And he loved it.

“I don’t know…” Her voice drifted, and he knew she was giving him unspoken permission to do what he wanted.

“Let me.” His fingers went to the waistband of her jeans, and he undid the snap, slowly slid down the zipper. Her exhilarated breaths sounded close to his ear as he leaned over her, barricading her body with his own so no one could really see them. It was dark and quiet in the back of the plane, the lights were dim and a movie was playing. No one paid them any mind.

He slipped his hand inside her jeans, his fingers encountering the silky fabric of her panties, and when he moved lower, he could feel how wet she was. Christ, he wished he could do more, but that would have to wait.

For now, he’d give Aubrey a little satisfaction. But the moment they arrived in California, he was taking her home and trapping her in his bed for hours.

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