Chapter 83
Anna
"You know what you need?" he said.
We'd just pulled into his driveway, and I was already breathless with anticipation.Oh, I knew what I needed, all right.
Him.
Still, I replied, "What?"
He grinned. "To be ravaged."
I stifled a giggle. A few days ago, we'd been talking about his first movie, and I'd mentioned a favorite scene, where his character had carried a certain female conquest up his castle's main stairway and into the master's chambers, where he'd totally had his way with her.
And she'd loved every minute of it.
As a viewer, I'd loved it, too. In fact, I'd watched the scene on disc at least five times in the dark.Alone.
But I wasn't alone now. I was with Flynn Archer for real. And I didn't see him as an actor, or as the brooding character he played in the movies. I saw him as something more than I ever could've imagined.
And the way he was looking at me, like I was the only girl who mattered, sent a warm shiver up my spine.
Over an embarrassed laugh, I admitted, "Well, I've never been ravaged before."
"Good."
"Why is that good?"
He held up a hand. "Hold that thought."
"Why?"
But already, he'd cut the engine and pushed open his car door. I watched in growing anticipation as he strode around the front of the vehicle, opened the passenger's side door, and pulled me up tight against him.
He kissed me right then and there, running his hands through the tendrils of my hair as I sagged against his hard, muscular body. Already, I could feel my own body responding, growing wet and ready for whatever he had in mind.
As for myself, I had plenty of things in mind, too – things I'd been thinking about for way too long.
I was nervous. And excited. And beyond eager. My heart was hammering so loud, I swear I could hear it over the sounds of crickets and the rustle of the wind in the trees surrounding the estate.
When he nibbled on my bottom lip, I gave a little whimper. His erection pulsed against my pelvis, and I ground against him, feeling more desperate with every passing moment.
His hands slid leisurely down my back, leaving a trail of need in their wake. Just as they reached my ass, I was suddenly slung, laughing now, over his shoulder.
I felt so light, and so happy that I could hardly believe it. In the back of my mind, I wondered how long it had been since I'd felt this way.
The answer came in an instant.
Never.
With a bump of his hip, my car door was shut with a final thud. A moment later, he'd turned and was striding toward his house, up the front porch, and soon, through his front door.
I gave a little gasp. "But wait. What about Jack?"
At this, Flynn's tone grew teasing. "If you think I'm gonna share, forget it."
"Oh stop it," I laughed. "That's not what I meant. I just mean—"
