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“Brogan and Archer texted to see if I wanted to go to brunch with them this morning. London loves brunch and I figured you’d like an excuse to hang with Sabrina.”
“That’s sweet,” I say. “And incredibly inconvenient.”
I turn in his hold. I’m all revved up. Who needs food?
“What time?” I ask.
“Fifteen minutes.” He gives me a sheepish grin.
“That is not nearly enough time.”
“It never is with you.” Flynn leans in and drops a kiss to my lips and then sits up, pulling me with him.
* * *
After brunch, I take Flynn to the nursery to look at plants. I figured he could use a few.
“Here?” Flynn asks as he moves a Ficus over a foot.
“Umm…” I bite on the corner of my lip as I take in his living room. I picked out a variety of things for his apartment. Mostly succulents because they’re easy to care for, a couple potted trees, and accent plants for surfaces and small spaces like the bathroom.
Flynn stands tall, a crease forming between his brows. “What’s wrong?”
God, I love how well he can read me and how quick he is to jump in and help. And the more he does it, the easier it is to let him.
“I think I might have gone overboard,” I admit.
He whirls around, looking at all the plants we brought into his apartment. It looks more like a greenhouse than an apartment. He laughs first, then I join in.
He walks over to me, eyes glinting with amusement.
“I’m so sorry,” I say as his palms glide around my sides to rest on my lower back. “I got excited about adding some green to your apartment and now it looks like you’re living inside a terrarium.”
“It isn’t your fault. The place was so bare before. Now all you can see are the plants.” He chuckles as he scans the space again.
“I can take a few to my apartment.”
“Nah, I love them. Although, there is a good chance I’m going to need to hire someone to water everything while I’m traveling.”
“I’ll do it.” It feels like the least I can do after convincing him to get so many. I went a teensy, tiny (read: a lot) overboard.
“Yeah?” His lips pull into a smirk. “You want to be my plant lady?”
“Yeah, I think I do.” My heart rate speeds up as I hold his gaze. I’m pretty sure we’re talking about more than plants right now.
His mouth captures mine and, like every other time he’s kissed me, I get lost in him. There’s something about him, or us together, that puts me at ease while also making every nerve come alive. I trust him and I’ve trusted very few men. The knowledge should freak me out, considering his plans to leave, but it doesn’t, at least not in this moment.
“How much time do I have?” he asks as he trails kisses down my neck.
“I have to pick up Greer in an hour.”
“I can work with that.” He takes my hand and tugs me with him toward the couch. He sits and pulls me down on his lap.
My knees bracket his hips and as I settle onto him, his hard length presses into my core. His hands tangle in my hair, and he continues kissing my neck down to my collarbone.
One arm circles around my waist and he shifts quickly so I’m on my back and he hovers over me. He sits back and helps me out of my clothes. Slow and unhurried, taking time to kiss me between removing each piece.
The result leaves me squirming and anxious for more.
