Bad Boy (Invertary 5)

And he kissed her. A deep, forceful, mouth-watering kiss. A kiss that stole the rest of her reason and left her alone with the dizzying sensations of his touch. One of his hands caressed her neck, across her collarbone and down to the curve of her breast. Without thinking about it, Abby arched her back in a silent plea for him to touch her there. Her breasts felt heavy, achy and desperate for his touch. He didn’t make her wait. His palm skimmed over her nipple and she shuddered. He swallowed the tiny moan that escaped.

His touch was perfect. Firm, confident. It sent spikes of need straight through her body.

“Please,” she whispered.

“I’ll please you. You can count on it.” His mouth trailed over her throat.

He rose to his feet. His hands grasped her waist. She found herself being lifted up to perch on the edge of the counter behind her. One of his hands covered her breast while the other cupped the back of her head. Abby felt herself being lowered backwards. Her back hit the cold marble of the countertop. Flynn’s hands were everywhere. Nipping, caressing, kneading. She felt limp. Dizzy.

His mouth found her nipples and he took turns biting each of them through her shirt, making her press up into his touch. Her fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him closer. Needing more.

He kissed his way down her stomach as his strong hands slid over the curve of her hips and along her thighs. She felt his hands on the waistband of her skirt. Skilled fingers found the concealed zipper. He tugged it, then slowly pushed her skirt over her hips to let it crumple on the floor. He hooked his hands behind her knees, pulled her to the edge of the counter and widened her legs. All at once she felt exposed. Insecurity made the desire recede.

Flynn cupped her cheek and ran his thumb over her lower lip, sincerity in his eyes. “You’re beautiful. Don’t worry.”

“I...” She wasn’t even sure what she meant to say. It didn’t matter anyway, because Flynn stole the words from her mouth with his talented lips.

“Please,” she whispered against his lips.

“Shh, it’s going to be okay.”

She felt the cool air on the warm skin of her thighs and stomach as Flynn kissed down her body. He went to one knee in front of her. She felt a gentle kiss on her most private place, the heat of his mouth searing her through the satin of her underwear. Abby gasped. Her hands needed something to grasp. She wound her fingers through his unruly hair. She felt thumbs hook into the sides of her underwear and then it was sliding down her legs.

“So beautiful,” he murmured.

She felt his breath against her sensitive flesh. Followed by the warm pressure of his tongue. A gasp. A moan. Her world disappeared. Her head flew back. Her neck arched. Desperate pants filled the air as Flynn’s kisses intensified. Each stroke of his tongue was agony and ecstasy.

“Please, please, please...” Her words were a whispered chant. She could have been saying anything. She didn’t care. All she cared about was Flynn and his touch. Her world had shrunk. There was only him.

He sucked her hard, as his finger slipped inside her. Every muscle in her body clenched with tension. Desperate gasps were punctuated with throat-deep moans. And then it was too much. The sensations of his lips, tongue and touch melded together to push her over the edge. Her shoulders pressed into the hard counter as her hips flew up towards Flynn. Her fingers clenched in his hair. She saw stars burst. The coiling sensation building in her body snapped as her muscles spasmed and flexed. As her moans turned to gasps. As ecstasy took over.

Flynn kissed her throbbing flesh gently as Abby’s muscles collapsed and the world started to return. She felt him nuzzle her stomach before he placed a soft kiss on her belly button. She couldn’t open her eyes. She couldn’t speak. She lay there, replete. Relaxed. Satisfied.

She heard Flynn chuckle above her and opened her eyes a crack to find him looking down at her. A smile on his face. His weight rested on his hands, either side of her hips.

“Hi,” Abby said on a sigh.

His eyes sparkled. “Hi yourself.”

Abby blinked up at him. “Would you like a slice of lemon cake and some coffee?”

And Flynn burst out laughing.

21

"I was saying the other day, how often the most vulnerable area for goalies is between their legs."

Andy Gray, former Scottish national player

Abby served lemon cake for an amused Flynn, excused herself and headed for her bathroom. Where she was currently hiding. It wasn’t mature and she wasn’t proud of her behaviour. She also didn’t plan to leave the room until Flynn ate his cake and went home. Yes, she was that pathetic.

She sat on the toilet seat with her head in her hands. She didn’t even know where to begin sorting out her evening. She’d let Flynn... She couldn’t even think the words. And worse than letting him was the fact she’d wanted him to do it. No. She’d been desperate for him to do it. And. It. Had. Been. Mind-blowing.

She groaned at her own stupidity. What about focusing on Victoria’s visit? What about waiting? Where was her common sense? Heck, she’d settle for any kind of sense at all. Common or otherwise. But no, there had been no sense. No protest. No nothing. He’d touched her, she’d melted and minutes later she was screaming his name. In. Her. Kitchen. With her baby asleep upstairs. With her sister in town to assess her. What kind of mother did that make her?

No. She couldn’t think like that. Just because she was a mother didn’t mean she didn’t have needs or desires. It didn’t mean she stopped being a woman. Right? Yes. That sounded good. But on her kitchen counter? She let out another groan.

“Are you going to stay in there all night, sugar?” Flynn’s lazy drawl made Abby jerk up straight. “As flattering as it is to listen to you wail and groan after I rocked your world, it’d probably be more productive if we talked about whatever crazy thing is going on in your overactive head.?