Page 108 of Spotlight
“How’s Greer? Did she give you any trouble going to bed?”
“She was great. We had fun.”
“You did?” Nothing about my daughter’s attitude when I left here indicated they would be havingfun.
“Yeah. She’s a good kid. We watched a movie, had some ice cream, and then it was bedtime.”
“For both of you apparently.” He’s warm and still faintly smells of his cologne.
“Yeah, I gotta say. This couch is fighting me a bit.”
Laughing quietly, I stand and take his hand. “Come on, Hotshot.”
I tug and he slowly gets to his feet. I stop to peek in on Greer and then lead him to my room.
I take off my shoes. “I’m going to shower. I smell like beer and fried food.”
“You smell incredible.” He pulls me to him, then drops his face to the crook of my neck and breaths me in. My body lights up as his hands find the hem of my shirt and slip underneath. I’m so tired, but I missed him.
We kiss as we fumble around to the bathroom. I start the shower and then we get undressed, stealing more kisses as we go. By the time we make it under the hot water, I don’t feel the least bit tired.
He studies the shampoo and conditioner bottles carefully before selecting the body wash next to it. As soon as he flicks the top on it, he grins.
“Now I know why you always smell like coconut.” He pours a generous amount into one palm, sets the bottle back on the shelf, and then rubs his hands together.
He sets to work, lathering me up, in slow, sensual strokes. His hands are big and strong. I love the way his rough palms glide over my skin.
When I’m practically vibrating, core aching and breathing quick, his hand finally slips between my legs.
“Spread them farther for me.”
I do as he says, stepping my feet apart. He cups my pussy and then slowly strokes my sensitive flesh with his big, rough fingers.
My hands go to the shower wall on either side of me. The sensations rocking through me already have my legs feeling wobbly.
“Already so close,” he mutters softly. “Were you thinking about me at work?”
“Always,” I admit. Though there was something extra exciting about knowing he’d be waiting for me at my place when I got home.
“Same.” He pushes two fingers inside me.
I let out a gasp as he pumps in and out, finding a slow, steady rhythm.
“I think about you, about us, about making you come, and waking up beside you…” He trails off as I let out a low moan.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me.” He swipes his thumb over my clit as he pushes his fingers into me, and I fall apart.
I drop my head to his chest as the orgasm rolls over me in waves. It’s never been like this with anyone before. The chemistry is like nothing I thought was possible. I like him—his playful personality, how considerate and thoughtful he is, the way he is with Greer, the lengths he’s gone to show me he cares about me. But I also think he’s the hottest man I’ve ever seen and want him to tear me to pieces. I’ve never had that combination in a guy before. Good for me and good at making me come.
Only after my body stills, does Flynn slowly pull his fingers away from me. His hand reaches up and lifts my chin so he can place a soft kiss on my lips.
Some of my earlier exhaustion is creeping in post-orgasm. He must read it on my face because he smiles at me, then says, “Bedtime. I get to tuck two ladies into bed tonight. Lucky me.”
“Wait, that’s it?” I ask as he steps into the stream of water.
His mouth pulls into a smirk. “I didn’t bring any condoms.”
“Oh.” Well, that’s an oversight. Once upon a time I kept one in my purse but that’s been so long that even if I did have one, it’d probably have expired.
