Page 31 of Whiskey Darling
Sweet Jesus, those grey flannel lounge pants he’s got on, even if they are just slightly baggy, leave nothing to the imagination. They’re molded along the backside and the front side. He’s barefoot, too.
Flynn twists suddenly, catches me staring at his ass, and his eyes glint dangerously. I hastily avert my gaze.
“I made coffee.” His perusal flickers over my breasts, covered by his t-shirt and the robe. “I can get you something else, though. Bloody Mary. Orange Juice. Anything.”
“Coffee is fine. I could use a cup.” I slide onto the same barstool I occupied last night. The implication we might be picking up where we left off is not lost upon me. I nervously look around while trying not to look nervous. “This kitchen is beautiful. The whole house is. What I’ve seen of it, anyway.”
Flynn sets a mug of black coffee in front of me along with a sugar bowl and creamer. He frowns while pulling eggs, milk, and cheese from the fridge.
“I’ll give you a tour after breakfast.” Grabbing a mixing bowl, he begins whipping ingredients together for simple omelets. “I should have invited you over before now.
I can tell he’s bothered by something I can’t quite figure out. Is it me? The fact we didn’t have sex? That he had to take care of me?
I’m imposing now, and he’s just being polite.
“You don’t have to do that.” I sip my coffee, my eyes fierce. “Or make me breakfast. I’ll just head back to the cottage once I’ve finished this.”
Flynn stops mid-whip. With deliberate movements, he sets the bowl down and comes around to my side of the island.
He swings that barstool so I’m facing him and sets my coffee mug aside. Before I know what’s happening, I’m lifted, then deposited with my robe-covered bottom landing on the cool marble of the island.
“You’ll do no such thing, Allie.” His hands slip between the folds of the robe and the t-shirt. I feel the heat of his fingers as he lightly grips my waist just above my hips. He’s so close my legs must part to make room for his hips. I’m scandalously reminded of my lack of underwear. Like a cat in heat, I want to rub myself against him.
His chest is so wide and hard. A smattering of dark hair creates intriguing little swirls across the broad planes. It picks up again in a thin line just below his navel, disappearing beneath the waistband of the grey pants.
“I want you right here,” Flynn murmurs. “You and I will finish what we started. Because I haven’t fully tasted you. Haven’t felt you around me. No, baby, you aren’t going anywhere. Not just yet.”
“Flynn…” My breath catches in my throat when he presses against me.
“Allie,” he calmly returns, his level voice containing a hint of amusement.
I forget what I want to say when he kisses me, sweeping me into his erotic world. I forget I am strong enough to take care of myself, capable of withstanding a man like him storming my walls.
Flynn trails a finger over my jaw when he leans back. “You taste like coffee and cream.” A hand hooks under my jaw, tilting my chin so his teeth can nibble my neck. “Here, you taste like strawberries. Sweet. Fresh.” His other hand edges between my legs, dancing higher until he makes me see stars.
Watching me watch him, he pulls away and licks his fingers. It’s as fascinating and as embarrassing as it was when he did it the day before.
His eyes close, savoring me, then open again, pinning me with a hot glare. “And here, you taste like every sinful thing in this world. Forbidden fruit I shouldn’t touch or want, but I can’t help myself, Allie Darling. One sip of you, and I want you so goddamn much, I can hardly think straight. I’m going to make love to you until we are both exhausted. Until you cry for mercy and my craving is satisfied.”
I capture his hand in mine, slide it so it cups my jaw, then turn my head until the same finger just inside my body and his mouth is captured between my teeth. I bite gently, roll my tongue, then suck it deep into my throat, watching his eyes widen then go black. The fascinating little gold flecks behind his long lashes are devoured by the darkness.
Releasing him from the warmth of my mouth, I whisper, “I want that, too, Flynn. I wantyou.Everything you want, I want. Right now.”
Flynn scoops me up. My legs immediately lock around his waist as his hands cradle my bottom. I loop my arms around his neck, holding tight. His erection notches into the junction of my thighs as he carries me out of the kitchen.
I don’t know how, but we make it up the stairs. We devour each other the entire time, our kisses torrents of fire and heat, of breathless surrender and demands, explosive delight and weakening defenses.
We collapse on his bed. Flynn rises above my body but cages me with his arms, keeping me a willing prisoner with hands braced on either side of my head. He kisses me voraciously, so deeply, so hungrily, I am lightheaded.
Bracketing his cheeks within my palms, I return those kisses, loving the stubble on his face and how it scratches my skin. I barely notice when he strips away the sash, pulling the robe open and shoving my borrowed shirt high above my waist. I bite back a moan when my breasts are exposed to the room’s cool air.
Flynn roughly cups one globe before the weight is gently balanced in the spread of his fingers. His thumb rubs the peak until my nipple hardens in anticipation of more.
More.I definitely want more. More of everything Flynn will give me. Trailing my fingers down his chest, I marvel over the iron-like golden muscles and the individual slabs lining his abdomen. The man is nothing but hard, angular lines, and bulging blocks of flesh that invite exploration.
My garments are tossed aside, all except for the robe’s sash.
My insides clench, wondering what he means to do with that length of cotton dangling loose from his fingers.
Is he gonna tie me up? Really?
I almost hope so.
“I can see the wheels of your mind working, Allie.” The twist of his lips sends a shiver chasing through me. “Whatever you’re thinking, the answer is yes. To everything.”
