Bad Boy (Invertary 5)

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The last thought Abby had before Flynn’s lips met hers was that hormones had a lot to answer for.

Oh, but the man could kiss. His lips were soft and warm, yet firm and demanding. He had a way of taking control that, along with the strength of this body, made her crumble. She’d never felt like this before. The desire to surrender was strong. She ached to give herself over to Flynn and let him take her to heights she could only imagine.

Whether it was hormones, newly awakened needs she thought had died with her husband or just the reaction to everything Flynn, she couldn’t say. And honestly, at that moment, she didn’t care what made her want him so desperately. And it was desperation she felt. With his arms around her, his strength keeping her in place, his musky scent invading her senses and his touch stealing her reason, there was no space for thought. There was only need.

His tongue swept past her lips, dancing with her tongue. Mastering her. Claiming her with a kiss brutal in its relentlessness. When he pulled away, she felt weak, dizzy and alive. So alive.

“We’ll hear her if she wakes, right?” He nodded to the monitor on the counter.

Abby wasn’t sure what he was talking about. Her fingertips kneaded his biceps. Her gaze ran over the breadth of his shoulders and she sighed. She wanted to go up on tiptoe and nip at his strong jaw, but she couldn’t move. Her legs were jelly. As her gaze met his mouth she licked her lips. He chuckled softly and her eyes flew to his. They were dark, full of desire. And amusement.

“Abby, sugar, will Katy wake up?”

She blinked a couple of times before his words sank in. “She doesn’t usually.”

“Will we hear her on the baby monitor if she does?”

She frowned her conf

usion. He chuckled again. Abby didn’t care. She moved her palms to his chest and ran them over his muscles. Oh yeah. This was what she needed.

“What I mean is,” Flynn said, his voice husky and low, “if I sit you on the counter and put my face between your thighs, is there any chance the kid will walk in on us?”

Heat raced through her. Her cheeks became unbearably hot. David never said things like that to her. Ever. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.

“You can’t say things like that,” she whispered.

Flynn grinned, leaned forward and put his lips to her ear. “Yes, I can. And I will. I want my mouth on you. Tell me we won’t be interrupted. Let me make you come, Abby. Let me make you feel good.”

Oh my. Abby slumped against him. Talking was hard. Thinking was hard. She was swimming in a sea of sensation. Floating on desire. Flynn’s hand caressed her back, his fingertips tracing the line of her spine until he trailed over her rear. He cupped her behind and pulled her up to him. His mouth on her neck, kissing, sucking, nipping.

“I’ll make it simple,” he murmured against her skin. “Answer yes or no. Will we hear Katy before she comes downstairs?”

He nipped her neck again. Her mind went fuzzy. What was he asking? Katy? Hearing Katy.

“Will we hear her, Abby?”

“Yes.” It was a breathless whisper, but he heard it. His muscles stiffened.

“Do you want to take this further?”

Did she? Oh my goodness, yes. Yes. Yes. He laughed, a low, deep rumble.

“I need to hear the word, sugar.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He practically vibrated against her. Good. Oh so good. His mouth moved back to her ear.

“Do you want me to lick you and taste you and make you purr?”

Her knees gave out. “Yes!” It was a gasp.

His hands clasped her face. She wrapped her fingers around his arms. The heat of his skin seared her. She stared into Flynn’s eyes. The colour was gone, replaced by the blackness of heat and desire.

His smile was soft and secret, just for her. “It will be my pleasure, Abby.”