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“Goddamn, baby.” He groans and gives me a little more. “Are you sore?”
“If you pull out now, I will kill you.”
“I love it when you talk sexy to me.” He bites the side of my neck and then kisses the same spot. “If it’s too much, let me know.”
Staring down at me, Flynn waits until I nod in understanding before moving. He keeps a slow, steady pace, inching farther each time until it feels impossible that I can take more. I feel so full of him and it’s a heady thing that I’m pretty sure I could get addicted to.
“I won’t break,” I tell him when I can see he’s holding back. It’s in the crease between his brows and the strain in his arms, as if he’s physically restraining himself.
His expression smooths out and is replaced with a look of hesitation.
I bring both hands up to his face. His unshaven jaw is bristly as I smooth my palms over it. “I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
“So fucking perfect,” he mutters almost more to himself than to me. His lips press to mine. “This pussy was made for me.”
Our kisses are hard and messy, like neither of us can get enough. I don’t know if it’s the ticking clock on our time together or if it’s just him, but every moment with Flynn feels big and important, and I don’t want to waste a second.
23
OLIVIA
“Where have you been?” my sister asks as I walk into the back office of the store.
“I had lunch with Flynn before the team leaves for Chicago this afternoon.” He was antsy and keyed up. And I was happy to distract him for forty-five minutes.
“Lunch or making out at his place?”
My face heats. “He ordered takeout.”
“I’ll bet he did.” Ruby quirks a brow, pen poised at her chin as her lips pull into a knowing smirk. “You’re glowing.”
“What?” My hand rises to my face, and then I brush my hair back and tuck it behind my ear. “No, I’m not.”
“You are. I’m totally jealous.” She sighs. “I love those first few months of dating. Lingering kisses, sweet text messages, feeling like you’ll die if you go more than a day or two without seeing each other, sex is still fun and exciting.”
Yep, that pretty much sums it up. It’s only been a few weeks since Flynn and I slept together but to say I’m falling fast would be the understatement of the century. He’s amazing. And yes, the sex is out of this world. Our schedules make it difficult to see each other every day, let alone have sex, but let’s just say we make it count when we do.
“You have it so bad. It’s written all over your face, little sister.” She makes a loop in the air with her pencil as if circling my face.
“Shut up.” I take a seat across from her and pick up a stray rubber band before shooting it at her.
She laughs as it flies by her to the right. “I’m happy for you.”
I’m happy for me too. I feel so full of life right now. Maybe it’s a post-high orgasmic bliss or too many pheromones, but I’m not questioning it.
“Is he still planning to leave at the end of the season?” Ruby asks, effectively dousing all the good feelings I was just basking in.
“Nothing is set in stone,” I say, ignoring her gaze. I don’t want to think about that. It’s months away and it might not even happen. Though I don’t really believe that. Flynn is a great pitcher. I know nothing about baseball and even I know that.
I flip through a stack of mail, and eventually Ruby goes back to staring at her laptop screen and I can’t stand the silence.
“How’s the book coming?” I ask her.
“I think I finally have something. Can I run it by you?”
“Really?” I sit straighter, happy for something else to focus on.
Her expression is a mixture of excitement and nerves as she nods.
