Page 61 of Fall of a Kingdom
“Me? You were the one acting like an emotional yoyo.”
“I wasn’t sure I could trust you. I wasn’t sure you’d decide to stay once you knew the truth about who I was and what I was involved in.”
“It was your eyes,” I joked. “I was a sucker for those blue eyes of yours.”
I rubbed my toes up and down his calf and let my hand wander across the bare expanse of his chest. His vision of what he’d wanted to do when we’d met all those years ago caused desire to flare in my blood and heat my body.
Slowly, I pulled away from him.
“Where are you going?” he demanded.
I slipped from the bed. “You didn’t think you could paint that dirty little vision in my mind and then fail to make it come true, did you?”
No sooner had I thrown down the gauntlet then I saw him throw off the comforter and all but jump out of bed.
Grinning, I backed up toward the bathroom with Flynn stalking naked toward me. His eyes drank me in. “You’ve got to stay quiet, so you don’t wake Piper,” he warned.
“Me, stay quiet? You’re the one who comes with a lusty groan.”
“Lusty groan?” He grinned.
I entered the bathroom and hit the switch, illuminating the way. “I think I read that term in a romance novel once.”
He quietly shut the door behind him and then stalked toward me to clasp my hips. We were face to face and Flynn leaned down to capture my lips with his. His tongue thrust into my mouth, pillaging and taking, dominating me in the way that I needed and loved.
We were dynamite.
When I was in his arms, I was Barrett Campbell. A woman he owned, and never stopped wanting.
My hands plowed through his hair, and I pressed closer.
Flynn pulled his mouth from mine and opened his eyes. They were dark, glittering with desire and command.
“Turn around, Barrett.”
A shiver of excitement danced down my spine as I obeyed.
“Grip the counter, and don’t move.”
I grasped the granite and looked at our reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were already flushed, and my lips were plump from his kiss.
Flynn stood behind me and for a long moment, he didn’t move to touch me. Then he skimmed his fingertips lightly up the sides of my hips to rest on them. He kept his left hand on my hip, but with his right hand, he slowly cupped the heat of me.
I closed my eyes and swallowed my groan.
He played with me, toying and teasing, not giving me what I wanted.
“Flynn,” I begged.
His head dropped and he bit the sensitive skin where my shoulder met my neck. “What do you want, Barrett?”
“Your fingers. Inside me.”
There was no shame, no hiding from this man. Not after all we’d been through. Not after all our years together. In the bedroom, we both had only one goal: satisfaction—no matter how.
He slid his hand into my panties, finding me wet for him. But even though I had no shame in begging, Flynn wouldn’t give in until he was good and ready.
His fingers danced around the apex of my thighs, dragging through the folds of my body, making me even more slick. I would welcome him when he decided it was time.
