Page 15 of Don't Want to Fall
“Yeah,” I say, grabbing him by the wrist. “Your help getting into the tub.”
“Devin—”
“And, since you were so concerned about my ankle that you had to carry me to the cabin, I’ll need help while I’minthe tub, too.”
His eyes darken in the candlelight, and I drop his wrist to unbutton the flannel shirt I purchased at the lodge’s gift shop this morning. I consider making a joke about the stripper thing, but the eye contact is so intense it’s all I can do to keep undressing. I slowly pull off my tank top next, then peel down my leggings.
Flynn doesn’t say anything.
He doesn’t have to.
That hungry gaze says it all.
Wetness pools between my legs as I finish undressing.
My dirty, mud-stained clothes sit in a heap in the corner of the room, and I wait for him to make the next move. Several charged seconds pass before he undresses, tossing his clothes onto the pile with mine.
So many tattoos.
I want to memorize them all.
With my tongue.
When he drops his boxers, I gasp.
I don’t mean to, butfuck.
That cock.
That’s the cock dreams are made of.
“That’s a pretty bold statement,” Flynn says, making me realize I said the quiet part out loud.
“I’m not taking it back,” I say, tempted to use that steel rod as a handle to help me into the clawfoot tub. It’s certainly sturdyenough. I already pegged Flynn Conners for a man who would know how to thoroughly fuck a woman, but damn. That cock is certainly capable of destroying me in all the best ways.
But before I can get my hand around his length, Flynn scoops me into his arms once again, setting me into the warm bubbly water.
“Leave some room for me, baby,” he says, climbing in behind me. He spreads his legs wide so I can sit in between them, and I rest my head back against his chest. His rod of steel presses into my back, but I’m too relaxed to reach behind me to stroke it.
There’ll be time to play with it later.
“How’s the water?” Flynn’s breath tickles the shell of my ear.
“Perfect.”
“And your ankle?”
“Still hurts, but you know.”
“Keep it elevated,” he insists.
“Pretty sure I’m the RN, but I’ll let you boss me around just this once.” I hook it over the side of the tub, and I’m rewarded with his big, calloused hand sliding down my hip and along my thigh. His fingertips graze my knee before his hand moves backward.
I whimper in anticipation.
“You want me to touch you, Devin?”
“Was that part not clear when I invited you into the bathtub?”
