His kisses became less intense, until he gently nibbled at her lower lip.
“Damn, Abby, you’re addictive.” His breathing was ragged. “I feel like I’ll never get enough of you.”
She blinked up at him. Her eyelids felt unreasonably heavy. Her body was boneless. She didn’t want to stop, but through the fog in her head she heard Katy chatting to Victoria. She let her forehead fall onto Flynn’s strong chest. He clasped the back of her head and nuzzled the hair at her temple. She wanted to roll in his warm, masculine scent.
“I don’t want to stop,” he said.
His fingers curved around her chin and he lifted her head to look into her eyes. His emotions seemed raw, much as she expected her own were. “This isn’t the time, but we’re finishing this, Abby. You’re going to be in my bed.” He leaned into her, pressing his strength against her length. His lips caressed her ear, sending shivers through her. “And I’m going to be in you,” he whispered. The words took what little strength was still in her legs, and she sagged against him. Flynn’s silver eyes studied her. “If you don’t want that, tell me now, Abby.”
She stared up at him. She couldn’t say the words. She couldn’t deny him. Deny them. Against common sense. Against reason. She wanted the man until it burned.
“Yes?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she whispered.
His arms clenched around her. “Damn, I don’t know how I’m going to wait. I want you now.”
“Yes,” she said on a sigh. Or maybe it was a moan.
“You are killing me.” He let out a rueful chuckle. “I can hear your monster and your sister not ten feet from here. And I still want to pick you up and take you upstairs.”
She blinked. “You’d just hurt your leg.”
Flynn barked a laugh before calming to stare into her eyes with such intensity it humbled her.
“It’d be worth it.”
Before she could reply, he released her and stepped away. She felt cold and her body swayed to follow him.
“Got anything to eat?”
“You are always hungry,” she reprimanded with a smile.
“In more ways than one, Abby love.” His eyes flicked to her lips.
She licked them, a deliberate tease, but took a step back from him. “There are croissants in the kitchen.”
“Great.” He cupped her cheek once again before turning and stalking to the back of the house.
Abby watched him go, a study in lean muscle and raw power. Did she really want him in her bed? Even though it wasn’t the responsible thing to do? There was no doubt. No hesitation. The answer was instantaneous. Yes. She did. She wanted him badly. And the guilt that normally accompanied the thought was strangely absent. Mustering her energy, Abby climbed the stairs to her bathroom, splashed water on her face and grabbed the hairspray.
On her way through her bedroom, she spotted the photo of David. He seemed to be smiling right at her. And there wasn’t any judgment in his eyes. With a fragile lightness she didn’t want to examine too carefully in case it broke, Abby headed ba
ck downstairs.
Victoria was sitting in the play corner of the living room. The look on her face was a mixture of awe and fear as she listened to Katy’s instructions on how to style Rapunzel’s hair. There was no sign of Flynn, but she could hear banging around in the kitchen. Strange—the fact the man was making himself at home made her feel warm inside rather than threatened. A couple of minutes later, Flynn appeared in the doorway. A mug of coffee in one hand, two croissants in the other.
“Flynn!” Katy ran at him as though she hadn’t seen him for a year. She wrapped her arms around his legs and hugged tight.
Flynn seemed bewildered. “We’re hugging now?”
Katy looked up at him. “This is what normal people do, Flynn. You need to get used to it. Aunty Victoria isn’t used to hugs either, but she’s toilet training them for me.”
“Tolerating,” Abby corrected without much thought.
Katy scrunched her nose. “Toilet rating.” She grinned up at Flynn.
He balanced the pastries on top of the mug and used his now empty hand to pat her head. His action was stiff and awkward. “Close enough, kid. We done here? I’m hungry.”