“Wow, princess, you laughed.”
For the first time ever, the nickname he called me didn’t irritate me. I laughed again. I finally dared a glance at him, resting my chin on my hand over his chest.
Some kind of fluorescent night-light glowed in the corner of the room. He’d attempted to turn it off last night, but apparently, it was impossible to turn off. That little silvery stretch of light from the corner cast his face mostly in shadow, but I could see his eyes. They locked on mine the moment I looked toward him. I didn’t know what to think of any of this.
I was aroused beyond belief. I could feel the slick heat of it at the apex of my thighs. I knew the moment I looked into Flynn’s gaze that he was aroused too. His eyes searched mine. Although the room was quiet, the storm raged outside, coming at the roof in a rhythmic give and take. Rain struck sharply against the window beside the bed.
Blood rushed through my ears with every beat of my heart. I could feel Flynn’s answering heartbeat thudding hard and fast. I could also feel the edge of his hard, hot cock barely brushing my knee where it rested over his hip. Because I had truly plastered myself to his side, practically climbing him in my sleep.
“Tell me what you want, princess.”
Flynn’s voice came out husky and thick, and his words shocked me. While I may not have understood why I wanted him so fiercely, I knew it down to my bones. Every cell in my body was attuned to him.
With the force of my desire humming through me, in the darkness of this room in a place I’d never been with a storm cascading outside around us, my usual barriers fell away. I spoke the plain truth. “You.”
I felt the leap of Flynn’s heart against my palm when I spoke that single word. As his eyes searched mine in that thin, silvery light, I braced myself. What he said next surprised me. “Okay.” He said it easily, his tone relaxed and nothing like the usually curt way he spoke to me. “That works because I want you.”
A little thrill raced through me at his blunt, direct statement. Surprising myself once again, I shimmied closer and dropped a kiss right at the little divot at the base of his throat. I wanted to taste him. So I did.
After that, I dropped another kiss on the side of his neck, and my tongue darted out. He smelled woodsy and crisp with the fresh scent of soap clinging to him from the shower I knew he’d taken earlier.
Need pierced me so sharply when he let out a rough growl that I could hardly bear it. His hand gave my bottom a squeeze and then swept up my back in a rough, heated pass. His fingers slid through my hair as he cupped the nape of my neck and drew me closer to him. I didn’t mind one bit that he pulled me over his body, and my knees fell to the sides so I was straddling him.
I hadn’t planned it that way, but I could feel the tease of his cock through his boxers just barely grazing between my thighs. I let out an inelegant moan.
Flynn’s low chuckle sent my belly into spinning flips. I saw the flash of his smile in the darkness.
Just before his lips met mine, he spoke, “Don’t get bossy, princess. I’m in charge.”
When I opened my mouth to argue the point, my words were lost because he fit his mouth to mine as he tugged me closer and swept his tongue inside in one deep stroke.
I was waaaay out of practice with kissing, with anything even remotely related to flirting, romance, or sex. That said, I was instantly confident Flynn was the best kisser in the entire universe.
I melted into him with every stroke of his tongue against mine. He angled my head to the side and kissed me so masterfully I was pretty sure I was going to go up into flames. I wouldn’t even care. I wanted to dive into this fire and burn to ash if only Flynn kept on kissing me.
His tongue stroked mine almost lazily. He was in no hurry at all. He alternated those deep, overpowering kisses with drawing back to drop hot kisses on the corners of my lips, to nip lightly on my bottom lip, and to murmur all kinds of indecipherable things. I couldn’t even process the words, but I knew how they felt—naughty, flirty, dirty, and somehow sweet.
I barely registered as he shifted us until I was on my back, my hair in a tangle on the pillows and one of his hands pushing my T-shirt up. The calloused surface of his palm on my skin sent sparks flying, rising in the air and then falling over me again as I tried to catch my breath and frantically absorb every sensation.
“Mmm, princess,” he murmured against my belly, the stubble on his cheeks yet another sensation that made me feel hot and needy. I shifted my legs restlessly, my clit throbbing. I was so wet my arousal had saturated my silk panties.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He rose up on an elbow to cup one of my bare breasts. My nipple was already tight and achy, begging for his touch. He gave it to me, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, then brushing back and forth over it in a teasing touch.
I gasped, and cried out, “Flynn!”
“Right here, princess.” He teased my other breast as my hips rocked against his thigh where it rested between my knees. “Open your eyes.”
I dragged my eyelids up to find him watching me. “I want to see those gorgeous eyes when you come,” he murmured.
Oh. My. God. He was so blunt and direct, and it turned me on more than I ever could have imagined. His hand slipped over my trembling belly to cup my mound. I rocked restlessly.
“You want me,” he teased. “You really do, princess. My, oh my.”
“I already said that,” I gasped when he teased a finger lightly over the wet silk, his touch grazing over my clit and making me bite my lip to keep from crying out.
In another second, he pushed the silk out of the way, and two fingers trailed through my folds. I was slippery wet and had absolutely no shame.
“Flynn, please,” I begged between pants as he rubbed his fingers back and forth, just glancing over my swollen clit.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded, repeating his husky command.
I was nearly out of my mind with need, but I obeyed and was instantly ensnared in his gaze. He sank one finger and then another knuckle-deep inside me, the feel of it pushing me to near delirium. My vision blurred as I struggled to stay focused on him.
“You feel so good, princess,” he murmured, watching me intently as he moved his fingers in and out of the very core of me.
My hips rocked into every stroke as I chased my sweet release. Pressure built and built, tightening inside until I was trembling all over.
“Give it to me.” His husky command pushed me over the edge.
My eyes finally closed as my head fell back into the pillows. A rush of pleasure cascaded through me and intensified when I felt his tongue swirling around my clit as he sucked on it lightly. My climax went on and on as shudders wracked me.
By the time it was over, I’d practically forgotten who I was, and where I was. I’d forgotten everything but Flynn.
My awareness came in fragments, and I felt Flynn’s light touch when his palm coasted over my belly. He pressed a kiss on the side of one breast before he pulled my T-shirt down.
Chapter Six
Flynn
Rain lashed against the windows. The wind rushed through this valley, rolling in rhythmic swells over the roof. My internal state was just as unsettled, if not more so.
It felt as if the storm itself had taken residence in my body. Lust lashed at me with as much force as the wind and rain outside. Daphne—uptight princess—was absolutely breathtaking when she let her guard down. She’d utterly slayed me.