Page 49 of Flynn

“Go to hell.” She whispered back, tormented with the yearning for him.

“I am there,” he grunted. She cried out in protest when he removed his fingers. His swollen shaft was rubbing the inside of her thigh and sending white-hot flames shimmering through her body.

“What?” He was bursting with need, but what she had said to him stung him to the point of wanting to hurt her. He had fallen in love with her, which was not the plan. His heart had been broken and shattered into pieces, and the last damn thing he wanted was to find himself in this kind of misery again.

And to make matters worse, it was even more intense. What he had felt for Sophia could no way compare to what he was feeling for the woman writhing under him. “Tell me.”

Lifting her head and trying to break through the web of desire that was hammering her to shreds, she saw the pain and hurt on his face. He had declared his love for her, and she had paid him back by telling him she hated him, which was far from the truth.

Somehow, he had plunged through the wall she had placed over her emotions and gotten to the heart of her. And he had done it without much effort. She needed him. Dear God, she needed him like she had never needed another person before, which scared her.

“I am afraid.” She whispered the thought almost without thinking, her expression anguished. It softened him instantly. He felt the anger and pain, replacing him with a tenderness that defied description.

“Of me?”

She shook her head. “Of what you make me feel.” her hands drifted up to cup his face, the bristles from his unshaven jaw tickling her flesh.

Reaching between them, he entered her an inch at a time, his eyes holding hers. The movement and the expression on his face made words redundant.

Placing a hand over hers, he moved slowly; the exquisite torture of being sheathed by her so wholly was making his head spin and his body react alarmingly. Lowering himself even closer to her, he grimaced when the rigidity of her nipples touched his hair-roughened chest.

“There is no need.” He brushed his mouth against hers and captured her soft cry. “I will shield you and protect you with my life.” he sucked her tongue between his teeth and sent her emotions going crazy.

Wrapping her hands around his neck, she sank into the kiss, her body moving against his, their movements in sync. Tunneling his fingers through the thick strands of her hair, he held her steady while he ravished her mouth. It was not long before the sensations overwhelmed her.

Digging her fingers into his back and the corded muscles of his shoulders, she let go and felt as if she was free, falling from the edge of a cliff. He soon followed behind her, his powerful body surging into hers, shuddering as the intense climax swept through him like a raging storm.

With his heart still thundering inside his chest, he shifted so that he was not putting all his weight on her but was reluctant to pull out just yet.

They did not speak for a few minutes; the only sounds in the room were their labored breathing and the ticking of the bedside clock. Ryleigh had her face buried in the dampness of his chest, one hand around his trim waist.

Tilting his head down, Flynn stared at the top of her tousled head, a gentle expression on his face. He loved her so much that he could not even begin to describe how he felt.

“Want to talk?”

She nodded without saying a word.

“What specifically?”

“Your childhood.”

He was afraid of that. The lovemaking between them had been so profound that he would have preferred not bringing the ugliness of his past to spoil it. But he supposed he owed her an explanation. “I thought we already covered everything.”

Lifting her head, she studied his face and felt her heart thumping unsteadily. His face was rather hard, with all angles and planes. She realized he was arduous that much, and she supposed he had had to fight furiously to rise above the poverty of his youth.

“Something on my face?” He angled his brows at her, amber eyes glinting.

“Maurice Daley has been wreaking havoc since he was a teenager. I know all of this because I made it my business to know all there is to know about him. I did my research. It is rumored that he killed a man when he was just seventeen.”

He stared at her for a minute before looking over her left shoulder.

“I heard that too. He never graduated high school, and the man rumor had him killing was his old man.” his mouth tightened. “No great loss there; the guy was a maniac and used his wife and kid as a punching bag.” His eyes met hers. “I am not excusing what he did.”

“It was never proven,” she commented.

“No.”

“Did you ever-” She shook his head at the look on his face.

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