Page 34 of The Passion

He isn’t holding back as I feel like he is burying himself so far inside me he is hammering on my cervix.

He can be so gentle, but this roughness right now is perfection.

I’m not thinking of anything except the purest pleasure.

“Fucking let go, Felisha, you don’t need to hold back from me.”

His words rush through my body, setting every piece of tension that was still buried so deep inside loose in a way I can’t even understand.

My body quivers as he unloads inside me.

The rush of emotion has tears rolling down my cheeks. I’m tingling in places I didn’t know I could tingle, and all I can think of deep in my soul is how I’m his, like totally and utterly his.

He owns me.

But sadly, I can’t let him have me.

He gave me what I needed. A goodbye that I won’t ever forget and the knowledge that there is someone in the world that treasures my soul.

“Now that’s one hell of a way to wake up in the morning,” Flynn says as he rolls off of me, but he isn’t prepared to let go of me just yet.

Rolling my body with his and laying me on top of him, I’m wrapped warmly in his arms and my legs fall between his spread ones on the bed.

“I can’t disagree with that. But…”

“I hate that word… I love the body part, though.” His hands slide down and squeeze my ass cheeks, bringing out a gigglelike a little girl. Christ, what does this man do to me? He strips away so much of my warrior personality, and that’s why he is so dangerous to be around.

“Flynn, stop it. You know we need to talk.” Laying my hands across his chest, I rest my chin on my hands and look into his eyes, trying to show how serious I am.

“Later?” He looks hopeful, but he already knows the answer.

“Not a chance, and talking naked is not happening either.” I know I need to get up and get dressed, but I just want this last moment of skin-to-skin with him. Savoring every last minute.

“I disagree, I think we just did some seriously good communicating while naked, surely you agree.”

Slapping his chest lightly, I push up off him, but I have a feeling he knows what’s coming. Because the way he grabs my face in both his hands and starts to devour my lips in what definitely feels like a goodbye kiss gives me the gut feeling that this is the beginning of the end.

Not that we really started.

This kiss I feel all the way to the tips of my toes, and it feels different to any other kiss before it. It’s like he is trying to tell me something without any words.

Okay, Flynn, I get the message loud and clear. I just wish I could reply to you the way you want me to.

Pushing again to get up, this time he lets me. I look for my clothes that I don’t even remember taking off, but I also know I was in a bad way yesterday. Something I should probably be embarrassed about, but with Flynn, I’m not. We are in this together, and although we haven’t really talked about yesterday’s situation, I think deep down he must be as devastated about it as I am.

He just doesn’t have the same lack of family support like I do. Actually, that’s wrong, I don’t know anything about his family, but what I do know is that his friends will be closing ranksaround him, and after meeting his head of security, Remington, I know that he has plenty of support from him and Nicholas Darby. That man seems to have the utmost integrity in this industry, even though he is relatively new to it. We might be competitors, but it doesn’t stop me from respecting the man.

Standing in Flynn’s bedroom in my rattiest clothes does not make me feel overly confident, but Harper insisted on me dressing like this last night, and I just went along with my friend, trusting her. I don’t know how she managed to pull it off, but I’m here and no one knows that except her and my housekeeper. Which is also a little strange, but I’m just going with it at this stage.

I might have intentions of us getting up and talking, but Flynn is still lying on his bed, stark naked, arms up above his head on the pillow and hands under his head. No sheets covering him, and all I can do is stand here and admire his body.

“Like what you see?” The cocky man is back in the room.

“You know I do.” But my wall of confidence is building back up too, and I know I need to break the spell. “So, stop trying to be some piece of naked art on display and get dressed. You don’t need to try to impress me, you can already tick that box.”

Turning my back and walking from the room, I suddenly stop just outside the door because I realize I have no idea where I am or how to get to the living room. All I can hear from behind me is Flynn’s laughter and him calling out to me.

“Turn right and go to the end of the corridor, or perhaps turn around and we can shower together first.” I can hear he is moving off the bed, and as much as I would love to have a shower with Flynn, we both know it would be just another round of getting dirty before we get clean again.

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