Page 34 of Coming Up Roses
I twist back, my lips finding the smooth, hot skin of his neck. I brush my mouth against any part of him I can reach, then lick a stripe all the way to the hinge of his jaw. He groans as myteeth nip at the soft skin, lips tingling with the slight rasp of stubble.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hands brushing against my breasts, once, twice, before settling over them with a firm grip.
I make a noise that should be embarrassing, but just makes Flynn curse again in that sexy-as-fuck husky voice.
One of his hands stays on my tits, alternating between cupping each breast and toying with the low neckline of my loose t-shirt, as if he’s unsure he if he should slip his hand inside. His other hand finds my chin. He grasps it between his fingers and tilts my head, manoeuvring me into position so I’m looking up into his face.
His hazel eyes are dark and drenched with lust, but that’s all I see before his lips come down on mine.
I gasp and Flynn takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth.
Holy fucking hell.
This man can kiss.
Even twisted the way I am, this is the best kiss of my life. Flynn’s lips leave mine and I whimper. I actually whimper, but his hand drops from my face to my thigh and trails up the inner seam of my jeans, coming to rest on the juncture between leg and hip, his fingers tantalisingly close to exactly where I want them.
It’s like the touch of our lips has freed any inhibitions he had, because his hand plunges inside my shirt, shoving aside the sports bra I wore today. I hate that I came prepared for horse riding and not whatever it is I’m currently doing with Flynn.
Whatever it is, it’s definitely a terrible idea, but before wecome to our senses I’m going to extract every drop of pleasure I can from this unhinged moment. We’ve already crossed a line we shouldn’t have. We may as well make the most of it while we’re here.
I tilt my hips. It has a two-fold affect, pushing my ass back into Flynn’s cock, and dragging his fingers closer to my pussy.
Flynn lets out a muffled grunt and bites my neck, immediately soothing the sting with lips and tongue. He gets my intention though and presses his hand between my legs so I can grind down on him, while he thrusts his hips against me from behind.
God, the pressure is intense. The friction making me lightheaded.
I need at Flynn’s dick. I drag my hand higher on his thigh, reaching for the button on his jeans. I fumble awkwardly behind me, but as my hand brushes over the impressive thickness in his pants, Flynn freezes.
Both his hands are on me, one in my shirt, one between my legs, and his lips are still pressed against my skin, but in a flash, all points of contact are gone.
Flynn throws himself off the bike and strides several metres down the beach, his hands in his hair, before he spins back to face me.
“Holy fucking shit,” he gasps, cheeks flushed, eyes wild, dick still straining at his jeans. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
17
FLYNN
I don’t knowwhat I’m doing.
All sense has left my head. Fuck, the way I was pawing at Abi like a horny teenage boy.
I mean, I feel like a horny teenage boy.
I tug at my hair, tilting my head back and cursing at the sky. What was I thinking?
Aside from the fact that Abi is hot as fuck, and the confidence she found when she figured out the bike controls was even hotter, apparently I wasn’t thinking at all. The intensity of my attraction to her went to my head … the wrong head.
I return my gaze to her and regret it immediately.
Wild green eyes, her dark hair blowing in the sea breeze, cheeks flushed a delicious rosy pink, she’s still astride the bike, panting softly, one foot now on the ground helping support it. At least somewhere in that haze of madness I managed to kick the stand down so when I leapt off the bike I didn’t leave her with the entireweight of it.
Abi’s hands are pressed against her throat as she watches me and I want to race back to her and replace those hands with my own. Or my mouth. The sounds she made as I dragged my tongue over her skin were indescribable.
“Flynn,” she says, voice barely audible over the crashing of the waves and thundering of my heart.
I don’t know what idea was stupider: that I let that happen in the first place, or that I stopped it. Because damn, I doubt I’m ever getting an experience like that again.
