Page 61 of Flynn

I shook my head. “I want you. Tell me you know that.”

She hesitated and shook her head. “Right, only for the rest of the weekend though, right?”

Impatience rose swiftly inside me, and I lifted her off my lap to stand on her feet, but I refused to let her go. Taking her hand, I pulled her away from the booths and down a short hallway toward a darker part of the club. It wasn’t totally concealed, but we were blocked from the dance floor. I felt reasonably sure we had some privacy here. The shadows were thick, but there was enough light that we could see each other.

“I want you,” I told her firmly, and Ara looked up at me uncertainly.

She opened her mouth to speak, but I crushed my lips against hers, my kiss bruising, punishing. When I pulled away again, she was panting. “Christ, I want you for more than just the weekend. But I can’t have you like that. I won’t take you like that.

She swallowed and shook her head. “If you want me, then why—”

“I just can’t. You need to trust me on that. I want you, Angel. When I say I want you, I’m not lying. I’m not trying to placate you or make you feel better. It’s not telling you something just because I know you want to hear it. For me, it’s a dark confessionI’ve had for a long time, one I promised I’d bury.”

Her dark eyes searched mine and she frowned. “You’re ashamed to want me?”

Any chivalrous thoughts I’d tried to maintain to be a good guy for her were evaporating quickly. No way in fucking hell could I let her leave here thinking I was in any way ashamed to want her.

“No, I’m not ashamed that I want you, Ara. Never ashamed. Despite knowing that if I acted on my desires, I’d taint you. I am not good enough for you, Ara. I am not good-hearted. I am not forgiving. I am not generous. I am none of the good qualities you have. And still, I want you, even knowing my involvement with you would be unforgiveable because it would slowly destroy all that good in you.”

She moved as if to push me away, but I refused to let her run away, refused to let her escape before she understood. I kept her pinned to the wall and kissed her again, hard and fast, my hunger for her turning the kiss ravenous. She met me with equal need, her desire feeding mine.

When I pulled away again, we were both panting.

“I don’t care,” Chiara finally said. “I don’t care that you don’t want me after the island.”

“It’s not a matter of want—”

“Fine,” she cut in. “I don’t care that youwon’tlet us have this kind of happiness off the island. Maybe I’ll care tomorrow, but not now. What I do care about is that you and I had a deal, Flynn. We had a deal that we could do this on the island, and we’re still here, and you’re not inside me.”

Her words erased every good intention I had in my head, sending some kind of explosion over me that blocked out any and all cares beyond this woman and what she wanted, right here, right now.

“Angel—”

“Do you want me, Flynn?”

I growled low as I tried to refrain from ripping her clothes off and taking her right now. “Fuck, yes.”

“Then prove it, right now. Prove you want me; make me believe it.”

Sweeter words had never passed her lips, and I couldn’t have refused her had I even the slightest inclination to.

“I want you, Ara,” I whispered, leaning in to brush a kiss across her lips, loving the way she chased my lips as I pulled away.

“I want to kiss you until we both run out of air. I want to explore every goddamn inch of you with my hands and mouth,” I admitted, letting my hand trail down her waist, past her hips, down her thigh to the edge of her dress.

She swallowed hard as my fingers slid back and forth along the hem of her dress, tracing smooth skin, asking for permission without saying the words. Her thighs parted ever so slightly, and I inwardly cheered.

“I want you as addicted to me as I already am to you,” I continued, slowly sliding my hand up her thigh. Her hips rolled, urging me to move faster, but I held back, determined to use the last of my brain power to make her understand just how much I wanted her. This wasn’t about a job anymore; it hadn’t been since the first goddamn second I’d lain eyes on her in that café.

“I want to taste every part of you so that you are forever engrained in my head, a craving I know I’ll never be rid of.”

My fingers grazed damp panties, and she gasped but rocked her hips for more. I stroked between her legs and she moaned, her lids growing heavy, her teeth clamping down on that delectable lower lip.

“Every day, I want to feel your mouth on me, wrapped around my cock, my hands fisted in your hair while I fuck your sinful mouth.”

My voice was gruffer now, my darker desires spilling forth without much thought, but the way her pupils blew wide and herbreathing hitched told me she didn’t mind itone single bit.

Hooking her panties with my finger, I slid beneath them to find her slick and hot. Her knees shook slightly, and I pressed her harder to the wall, teasing her clit, mesmerized by the way her mouth fell open in a silent cry.

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