Bad Boy (Invertary 5)

“Abby love, this is something I can’t define. It isn’t like anything I’ve experienced. I don’t know what’s going on here. I don’t know where this is heading.” He shifted her until she sat sideways in his arms, her legs over his thigh, her back resting on his other thigh. “All I know is I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to go home alone. I want to spend the night with you in my arms. I want to touch you and taste you and breathe you in. And in the morning, I want to listen to you and the terrorist argue about something stupid over breakfast. I don’t know where we’ll be tomorrow, or next week or a year from now. I do know I want to be around you all day long, just so I can touch you when I want. And so I can catch those secret smiles you flash at me when you think no one is looking.”

With his words, he cracked her chest wide open and made a place for himself right beside her heart.

“So, this definitely isn’t casual, then.”

“Not for me.” He ran a finger lightly across her cheek, over her jaw and down her throat. “Not for you, either. But I can’t give you any guarantees on the future. I don’t know what it will bring. You might wake up tomorrow and decide I’m not worth the effort.” He grinned. “Although I plan to make myself so invaluable in bed you wouldn’t dare.”

“Invaluable, huh?” Her eyes went to his full lips.

“Totally.” He flashed his sexy smile, which undermined her thought process. “I have skills you haven’t experienced yet. You’ve barely touched the tip of this iceberg.”

“Mmm.” Her eyes were still locked on his mouth.

Flynn’s smile remained in place as he trailed his hand slowly across her collarbone and under the blanket to skim her breast. Her breath caught as his hand tested the weight. His thumb stroked the tight peak of her nipple through her dress. Abby felt the world fade away. She nuzzled the crook of his neck, breathing him in. How could he do this to her so easily? Each time he touch her, it made her step through a door to another place. A magical place. Where only Flynn existed.

“Give me your lips, sugar. I need to taste you.” His voice was rough and deep. Pure sin to her ears.

She peeked up at him through thick lashes as she angled her face towards him.

“Beautiful.” With reverence, his head bent and his lips claimed hers.

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Touching Abby, kissing Abby, made Flynn want to beat his chest and roar. He wanted every touch on her skin to turn into a brand, letting the world know she was his. An overw

helming need to imprint himself on her soul beat at his mind. A relentless drum. Insistent he claim her. Own her. Keep her. Every time she melted into him, he became drunk on the power to make her giddy. It was addictive. She was addictive. As he held her close, felt her respond—he knew he would never get enough of her.

A cool breeze teased hot skin as Flynn deepened the kiss. She tasted like lemonade and warm summer days. She tasted like Abby. He clasped her tight against him, but it wasn’t close enough. He felt he’d never get close enough to Abby, but he desperately wanted to spend a lifetime trying.

“Come with me.” It was a primitive demand.

She blinked, her movements languid, her gaze hot with need. Flynn nipped her bottom lip then soothed the bite with his tongue. Everything about her was summer for him. The heat of her skin, the heady scent of florals, the taste of relaxing in the sun.

It took great self-control to stop kissing her long enough to help her stand. She grasped his hand tight and headed for the door to the kitchen.

“No,” he said. “Over here.”

“We’re not going to bed?” Her disappointment was sweet.

“Something better.” He tugged her towards the old wooden swing seat tucked under the porch eves.

Flynn sat in the middle of the swing, his feet firmly on the deck, keeping the seat steady. Abby moved to sit beside him. His hands grasped her waist to stop her.

“Take your underwear off and straddle me.”

She gasped. Her eyes darkened. “Flynn? You can’t mean...” She looked around, into the darkness. The sounds of the night made the moment seem even more intimate.

“We’re alone. Don’t worry. Even if someone was here, they wouldn’t see anything.” He stared into her wide, expressive eyes. “Trust me.”

She blinked several times. He watched as her pulse fluttered at the base of her throat. Slowly, she pulled her hands out of his and reached up under the full skirt of her dress. Flynn stopped breathing. Abby’s eyes never left his as she removed her white lace panties. In the muted colours of night, he couldn’t see her darkened cheeks, but he knew they were there.

“Come here, Abby love.” He reached out for her, and without any hesitation she climbed onto his lap.

Her knees sat snug either side of his hips. Flynn wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other he wove into her hair, clenching it tightly as he angled her mouth towards his. The stiff set of her back melted at once. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed into him.

Flynn let the swing sway as he trailed his lips over her throat. He felt her fingers dig into his shoulders. His hand cupped her breast through her dress and he kneaded, making her groan.

“Please,” she whispered. The word seemed to echo through the night.