Big Bad Academy

“When you’re with me, I want all of you here with me,” he pulls away and looks at me. “Heather, just close your eyes and stop thinking. You have nothing to worry about. You’re safe.”

Safe.

The idea is laughable to someone like me, but then again, I’m not exactly running away. That’s because the reality is that I do feel strangely safe with Flynn. Sure, I’ve run away from him a few times so far and I’m sure I’ll try to run away again in the future, but there’s something about him that makes me feel like he’s not going to hurt me.

Not just yet.

And no in any way I don’t want.

He bites at my neck, licking and teasing me. His hands are...everywhere. They’re in my hair and on my breasts and on my ass and between my thighs.

And the problem is that I fucking love it.

I’m eating this up with every breath I’ve got, and I don’t want him to ever stop. In fact, part of me is just silently begging him to do this forever. If he could just quit all of his responsibilities and spend the rest of his life physically pleasuring me, then I’d die a happy woman.

“Flynn, this is crazy,” I murmur, but he silences me with his mouth, and he kisses me over and over. I reach down between us and place my hand over his jeans: right on his cock. He’s hard. Fuck, this guy is hard, and I start to rub him over the jeans.

The groan that escapes his lips just makes me even more wet and excited, and it’s all I can do to keep from pushing him onto the bed and just climbing on him and...and...

What the hell am I doing?

Suddenly, I pull back, and I look up at him. He’s a little bit surprised. I can tell. Still, he doesn’t react poorly. He doesn’t seem mad or angry, and he doesn’t push me.

“Heather?”

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out.

“Why?”

“This is wrong.”

“Kissing is wrong?” Now he seems a little bit confused.

“No, I mean...” I gesture between us wildly, frustrated that he doesn’t get what I’m trying to say. This isn’t about kissing, is it? I mean, the kissing was hot as hell, but I want more, and I’d guess judging by his huge boner that he does, too.

“What’s the problem, Heather?”

Flynn’s voice is smooth and sultry, and somehow, it calms me. I walk over to his dresser and touch it. I run my hands over the top and then I turn around and look at him.

“I don’t want to have sex right now.”

“Okay,” he shrugs. Then he sits down on the bed and just looks at me.

“That’s it?”

“I’m not sure what else you want from me, Heather. I said okay.”

“You aren’t going to fight me on this?”

Is it just me, or did his nostrils just flare a little?

“Heather, I don’t know what kind of men you’re used to hanging out with, but I would never force a woman to sleep with me who wasn’t begging me for it. Okay?”

He’s a good guy, I realize. I’ve screwed up in a lot of ways, I know. My life hasn’t been perfect. I mean, I haven’t gone as far as kidnapping someone, but I’ve made plenty of mistakes. Kissing Flynn wasn’t one of them. No matter what happens next in my life, I’m never going to regret sliding my lips over his or throwing myself into his arms.

I can tell.

“Most guys aren’t like you,” I finally say.