Bad Boy (Invertary 5)

Her eyes narrowed slightly in irritation. “Do you want me to beg? Because I have to tell you, Flynn, I don’t want you that much.”

Flynn cupped the back of her head and angled her face up towards him. “Liar,” he said before he claimed those plump lips as his own.

Her hands slid across his chest to entwine around his neck. The press of her lush curves against the firmness of his muscle was almost too much. His fingers grabbed the clasp keeping her hair in a knot at the back of her head and unclipped it. Soft, thick waves tumbled down around her shoulders. Flynn couldn’t stop a guttural growl from escaping as he wound his fingers into the curls. He slanted his mouth over hers. His hands grasped her waist, clasping the curve of her hip, pulling her closer.

“Never going to get enough of you, Abby,” he said against her mouth.

His tongue found hers and the sound of desire she made ignited his passion. He was quickly degenerating into one-word thoughts. Want. Need. Take. Mine. As he deepened the kiss, she did what she did every time he’d touched her: she melted. Complete, utter submission. It was the best aphrodisiac he’d ever known. It took all of his very limited self-control to break the kiss.

“I’d carry you up the stairs, sugar, but I’m in no fit state.”

“Mmm,” she said against his chest.

The sound made him squeeze her tighter. “If you want to do this in private, we need to go upstairs.” He was about thirty seconds away from revoking the offer and taking her up against the wall. Or on the swing. Or sitting on the steps. Hell, anywhere. Everywhere. He just wanted Abby.

“Abby love.” Eyes drowsy with lust looked up at him. “I promise I’ll do the whole caveman thing when my leg gets better. Right now, if you want to do this in a bed, you’ve got to walk under your own steam.”

She blinked at him a couple of times before his words sank in. “Oh.” Her embarrassment was delightful. “Okay, yes.” She looked around them, bit her bottom lip and stepped away from him. Her hand went to her hair and she seemed surprised to find it hanging loose.

Damn, she was beautiful.

“Come on, Abby love.” He held out his hand for her and she took it without hesitation.

With a shy smile, she took the lead, walking him up the back stairs to her house. She locked the kitchen door, flipped the light switch and, without a word, led him through the house and up the stairs to her bedroom. It was across the hall from the kid’s room, and Flynn wasn’t so far gone with need that he didn’t check the door was closed. Abby gave him a knowing smile when she saw him do it.

Without a word, she walked into her room, closing the door behind them. He stood in the middle of the room as he heard the snick of the lock. It was loud in the silence. Flynn watched as she moved to the bed, taking the decorative cushions and tossing them onto the floor.

He stepped up behind her, his hands circling her waist as he traced a line from her shoulder to her ear with his lips.

“Oh.” Her head fell to the side to give him more space to work.

“Aye,” he said against her skin. It came out as a growl.

He kissed and nipped and licked. She clutched the forgotten cushion tight against her chest as she swayed in his arms. He loved the way she lost herself in the moment.

Flynn’s nimble fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress. He slid it down, caressing the skin it revealed, trailing fingertips over peach-coloured lingerie and silently blessing Kirsty for opening a shop in Invertary.

“Flynn?” Abby’s voice was husky. “Can we both get naked this time?”

He chuckled as his hands swept the dress off her shoulders. It skimmed her body and fell into a crumpled heap at her feet.

“Aye, we’re going to be naked.” He kissed her shoulder before slipping the strap of her sexy lace bra down her arm. He repeated the move with the other strap, effectively trapping her arms at her side. Hands on her waist, he manoeuvred them so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed and Abby stood between his thighs.

“I don’t think you need this.” He grinned at her as he took away the cushion she had clutched to her chest. She seemed surprised to find it was still in her hands.

When it was gone, he sucked in a breath at the sight of her, all curves and softness. The blush on her cheeks spread down her throat and across her chest. He looked up to find her chewing at her bottom lip. Was she nervous? Daft woman.

“You are so beautiful,” he told her.

The red on her cheeks deepened. “I have stretch marks and cellulite, and I think my boobs are beginning to droop.”

He burst out laughing. “Thanks for the rundown, love. You have got to be the first woman I’ve had in this position who pointed out her faults.”

Her eyes gleamed as irritation cut through desire. “Really? You’re going to compare me to your many, many other women. Really?”

With another laugh, he bent forward and nipped the upper curve of her breast.

“Hey!” She smacked him on the head, making him laugh harder.