Page 25 of Flynn
But her cologne was already assailing his nostrils, her breasts were already branding his chest like hot pokers, and her hair, which had become loose, was spilling over her shoulders in waves and curls and her lips- with a groan, he lowered his head and gave into the inevitable.
Pulling her on his lap, he bent her slightly backward, brushing her lips with his. Just a whisper as if waiting for her to push him away.
When she drew his tongue into her mouth, he felt as if the bed beneath him had taken wings and was edging toward the roof. His heart was hammering inside his chest, his entire body shuddering as he met her tongue with his.
One hand drifted upward to cup the back of her head, the feel of the silky softness of her hair lending itself to the image of it spread over the pillows. He wanted her, he thought dazedly. He wanted her so much that he would go mad if he did not have her now.
Deepening the kiss, he braced her back against the pillows, his body covering hers as he dug his fingers through the thick softness of her hair.
Holding her steady, he plundered her mouth with a hunger that sent them toppling over the edge and into an abyss where the pleasure was so deep, so forbidden, that very soon, the kiss was out of control.
Smothering a groan, Flynn plunged his tongue into her mouth, retreating and then plunging again, his flesh hardening as she returned his kisses with an ardor that was designed to drive him crazy.
Reaching between them, he felt for her zipper and tugged at it. He had to feel her flesh, or he was going to die.
Easing the waistband of the silk panties away, he pressed his hand against her with enough force to have her arching toward him.
Tearing his mouth from hers, his eyes bright with passion, his chest heaving from the effort to try and control himself, he stared at her and waited. He should not have started, but now that he had, he did not want to stop, but he was leaving it up to her.
“Yes.” She whispered achingly. Ryleigh could not believe she was giving consent and capitulating to a force of desire she had never experienced before. But she wanted him. She wanted to feel him driving into her, wanted to feel his naked body against hers, and she did not care about the consequences.
Not now.
Stumbling off the bed, he fought to get his clothes off, laughing with her as she made fun of his awkwardness. Keeping his underwear on, he sat on the side of the bed and tugged off his boots before climbing in next to her.
Turning her to face him, he studied her exquisite features, his eyes latching onto her full lips, which were made even more so by his ardent kisses.
Pulling the sweater over her head, he unhooked the front clasp of her lacy bra and moved it out of the way so that he could admire her full breasts with the puckered nipples. He was not touching her, and they were rising in reaction to his hungry gaze.
He hunkered over her, peeling away the last barrier of clothing so he could feast his eyes on her delectable flesh. Her skin was flawless, her hips curving gracefully down to surprisingly long legs.
Her waist was so tiny that he wondered how she could carry a baby to full term on earth. The thought worried him, but for a second before, he was distracted as she moved restlessly, making him realize that he was just staring at her.
Moving upward, he bent his head to kiss her throat, loving the way she was purring at the touch of her lips. He journeyed down the swell of her breasts, kissing the skin softly.
When he closed his lips over the nipple, she almost leaped from the bed, the feel of his mouth on the sensitive skin making her feel as if someone was poking at her insides with white-hot sparks of flames.
He tugged at the nipple, her reaction to his touch spurring him on and making him bolder. Her hands lifted to wrap themselves around his neck, fingers gripping the strands of hair at his nape as sensations poured into her body like wildfire.
Transferring to the other nipple, he gave it the same thorough treatment, his shaft fairly bursting from the blood pounding through the hardened flesh.
Lifting his head, he stared at her in wonder, holding her gaze as he carefully guided himself to the very edge of her opening, his large, muscled body straining to plunge deep into her so that he could achieve his satisfaction.
When she took matters into her own hands and lifted her graceful legs, she wrapped them around his trim waist. He sank slowly, an inch at a time, gritting his teeth as her tightness wrapped around him like a glove. He went still for a second, his face harsh with passion, his eyes boring into hers.
He started moving then, the feel of her flesh wrapping around his erection so exquisite he could barely stand it. His hands lifted to brush back the strands of hair from her face, his fingers gentle.
She moved with him, the shivers running up and down her spine, her heart rate increasing. Before long, her fingers were digging into his flesh, her body on fire. She could not get enough. He wanted more. He wanted to go deeper, to be forged into her flesh.
The possessiveness took over, and he realized he wanted to be the only man in her life. He wanted it to stop with him. The fierce thoughts spurred him on until he was driving into her with a force that shoved her head into the padded headboard.
Bending his head, he brushed his lips against hers with a tenderness he thought he could no longer feel. Her lips opened beneath his like a flower, opening its petals to the touch of sunlight. He kissed her slowly, his tongue darting into her mouth.
Her moans were captured deep inside his throat as the exquisite climax claimed her. It was far from the pleasant yet gentle pop she had felt with Glen. This one was so violent that it crashed through her body and lifted her against him, fingers racing over the corded muscles of his back.
Jerking her mouth from his, she buried her face into the broadness of his chest, the dense dark hairs tickling her flesh as she fought to stop the scream from erupting.
Her body trembled, arms wrapped around him as sensations, incredible, mind-blowing sensations, jarred her and wrapped her around in such sweet ecstasy that she had no idea how to feel.