Page 51 of Coming Up Roses

His eyes remain on the hem, his tongue slipping out to lick along his bottom lip and that’s when I realise what he’s staring at.

My bare legs, because I ditched his sweatpants before I crawled into bed. I have way more booty than this guy and they were too snug, and too warm, for me to comfortably sleep in.

“What exactly are you referring to?” I ask, voice husky.

“Everything.” He drops his hands, bracing them on the bench again and holy shit. Biceps. Abs. Shoulders. Chest. Hip bones jutting out above the waistband of his shorts. I press my thighs together and he doesn’t miss the tiny movement. “My whole life, Rosie. I don’t know what I’m doing with any of it. But right now…” His eyes roam over me again and my knees feel weak. “Right now, my biggest issue is I don’t know what the fuck to do about you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my entire life.”

“You can have me.”

“Maybe once.”

“It can be more than once.” I push off the door frame and step towards him.

“How come you’re so into this? Into me?” He ruffles his hair, then smooths it down again. “It doesn’t seem like your kind of thing. A fling with the reckless farmhand.”

I study him, stopping halfway across the room. “Because you’re hot as fuck too, Flynn. You’re fun. I like you, and …”

“And?”

“And that day on the beach, you got me out of my head. I don’t know if you know this about me, but I spend a lot of time trapped in there.” I smile sheepishly at him and am rewarded when his lip curls up into a half smirk.

He holds up a hand, his thumb and pointer finger millimetres apart. “Just a little.” He chuckles. “So, you’re just using me for your own gain?”

“If that’s how you want to think about it. If it’ll help you by thinking you’re doing it to help out a friend.”

He laughs. “You know me too well. I’d do anything to help a friend.” His voice is low and husky. He stalks towards me. “I still don’t know what I’m doing,” he whispers as he stands over me in the near-dark.

“Just don’t think too much about it,” I whisper.

“I mean, I actually don’t know what I’m doing … with a woman.”

“Mutually beneficial arrangement then. You can practise your skills while helping me get out of my head.” I throw the last remnants of caution to the wind and close the gap between us with a final step. I press my body against his, my hands finding his hips, then I reach up on my tiptoes, ghosting my lips over his. “If nothing else, maybe it’ll help you sleep tonight. You seem to be struggling.” I swipe my tongue across his bottom lip, copying the movement he did himself earlier.

An instant later, his mouth slams down on mine.

He groans and I swallow it. His hands brace my waist and his tongue slips into my mouth. Fucking hell. My knees feel like jelly. My entire body feels like jelly.

He takes a step forward, hesitant at first, but his confidence grows as I follow his lead and let him guide me back until I’m pressed between him and the wall. He pushes his hips forward and the soft layers of fabric between us do nothing to hide how hard his cock is.

It’s my turn to groan. His lips leave mine and trail kisses along my cheek to the hinge of my jaw, then drag down my throat. “Fuck, yes,” I moan, lifting my hands to tangle them in his hair. “Don’t you dare stop on me now,” I mutter and Flynn’s hot breath caresses my skin as he laughs.

“A sledgehammer to the head couldn’t stop me.” His voice is low and rough, almost growly and I shiver. “Cold, Rosie?”

“Fuck, no.”

He pulls back and studies my face for a moment. His eyes are flaming with desire and want, but there’s a trace of concern there too.

I reach up and capture his mouth again, licking my way inside. My hands find his back and I drag him closer, as I sling my leg around his hip.

The t-shirt rides up and it’s one less layer of fabric between us as he rolls his hips against me his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

I drag my fingertips down his chest, across his abs to the waistband of his shorts. It’s his turn to shiver as I run my nails along the edge of the fabric. Then I slip my hand inside and wrap it around the hot length of his dick.

Flynn moans, but goes rigid, so I freeze, his cock still in my hand.

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