Page 32 of Flynn

“Do not even try to Swayze me,” I hissed. His chuckle was warm and deep by my ear, and I’d be lying if I said the reaction it set off in me wasn’t primal. Good lord, how did a man make a simple chuckle sound so sinfully sexy?

“Just… watch,” he instructed. He had an arm on either side of me and I watched as he used his thumb and forefinger to gently grip the rim of my mug. The angle of his finger shaped it so it bowed in slightly before arching back out.

“Here, now you,” he said softly, taking my hand and arranging my fingers the way he’d had his. I tried to ignore how good it felt to be so close to him and did as he had.

“Gentle, there you go. You don’t need so much pressure, just enough to encourage it to go in the direction you want.”

I let out a shaky breath and smiled. “You’re totally Swayze-ing me,” I accused.

“Swayze rocked, and if it was good enough for him and Demi Moore, then I don’t see a problem with it.”

I laughed, relaxing back into him. He swore under his breath, and I turned my head slightly to see him looking at me.

“What?”

He swallowed hard, the bob of his throat drawing my attention for a moment before I dragged my gaze back to his.

“You’re just so fucking beautiful,” he whispered.

My breath caught and my heart pounded, but the words that came out of my mouth were automatic. “Don’t swear.”

His grin was slow and breathtaking, and damn it if it didn’t make me want to bunch my hands in his hair and yank his mouth to mine. Our kisses this morning—both the one in bed and in the lobby—had lit a fire within me, and I craved him.

“Or what?” he asked, voice low.

Feeling playful, I took my hand from the wheel and smeared clay across his forehead. His eyes widened in surprise, and I grinned, a small giggle escaping me.

“You didn’t just do that,” he whispered in shock.

“Oh, I think I did,” I said with another laugh.

“Don’t start games you can’t finish, Angel.”

I raised an eyebrow and smeared another line of clay across his cheek. “Or what?” I shot back.

He moved too quickly for me to deflect his hand, and he dragged a wet line down the side of my cheek. I gasped and reached for him again, my hand catching the side of his neck and leaving a wet smear of clay. He laughed and got me again, flicking his fingers at me so a smattering of clay sprayed across my face.

I made a sound of outrage and gathered more clay as I pulledaway and reached for his face. My hand missed and spread across the smock he wore instead. We both reached for more clay at the same time, one of his hands holding my arm to keep me still, and the other into the wet clay. I reached for him, but he got me first, his hand wrapping around my throat. He hesitated a second—his gaze measuring—but whatever he saw on my face must have been what he wanted to see, because he kept his grip and stepped closer to me, his mouth crashing down on mine.

I forgot about the play-fight and let myself sink into him, ensnared in the kiss. The way it felt to have him take control and kiss me so deeply set off fireworks in my uterus. They were so strong I was pretty sure I had a mini orgasm right there. When he pulled away a moment later, I sucked in a sharp breath and found him looking down at me with undisguised desire, a look so hot that—yep… mini orgasm—there was no doubt.

“Can we please resist the temptation to make a mess?” the instructor called, and I felt my face flame up when I remembered we weren’t alone.

“I don’t know… that looked like a helluva lot of fun,” Kate’s boyfriend replied.

Kate laughed. “I agree. Also, can we turn the air conditioner down? Things got warm all of a sudden.”

There was a smattering of laughter around the room and Flynn finally let me go. I ducked my head and stepped back, my face flaming.

“Uh,” I said and cleared my throat before turning to the instructor. “May I use the restroom?”

She bit back a smile and indicated with a nod of her head to the door across the room. With one last look at Flynn, I scooped up a rag for my hands and moved to the bathroom.

The moment I was inside, I locked the door and leaned against it, closing my eyes as I took in several deep breaths.

Wow.

Okay, so Flynn’s kisses got more lethal with every new one we shared. And here I’d thought the effect he had on me would wear off. Turned out, I was mistaken.

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