"He's gone, flew out early."
Thank God."But why?"
"Ask me tomorrow."
"Why tomorrow?"
"Because we're done talking."
Slamming the front door behind him, Flynn made straight for the stairway, where he took the steps two at a time as I laughed in pure giddiness. The truth was, I'd fantasized about this more times than I'd be willing to admit, at least in the light of day.
But now, it was blissfully dark, and his stride was long and easy as he turned at the top of the stairway, heading toward the room at the end of the hall.
His room.
All this time, and I'd never been inside.
How crazy was that?
With me over his shoulder, he pushed open the door and made straight for the bed. More easily than I might've thought possible, he adjusted my position until I was cradled in his arms. He held me close for just a moment until, with one easy sling, he tossed me laughing onto the center of his bed.
The room was mostly dark, illuminated only by pale moonlight filtering in through the oversized windows. As I gazed up at him, I caught my breath.
Standing at the foot of the bed, he looked dark and dangerous, just like the character he played in the movies. And for a split second, I wondered if all of this was just a dream, an imaginary scene come to life just because I'd willed it in my own mind.
He gave me a long, lingering look and said, "You're beautiful, you know that?"
I wasn't half as beautiful as the actress he'd ravaged in my favorite scene. And compared to Felicity, I was so ordinary, it was laughable.
But you'd never know it from the look in his eyes as his gaze raked my body from head to toe.
I whispered, "I'm not nearly as beautiful as you are."
"Wrong," he said, prowling closer as his eyes smoldered into mine. When he reached the foot of the bed, he grabbed both of my ankles and yanked me downward, making the skirt of my dress hitch up nearly to my hips.
I was so breathless, I was nearly panting.How could that be?Both of us were still fully clothed – me in my red dress and him in his dark slacks and black button-down shirt.
His bed was higher than average, putting me within easy reach. His gaze slid to my pelvis, and he smiled. "Nice panties."
I suddenly recalled which ones I'd worn – lacy red ones to match the dress. I'd just bought them a couple of weeks ago.Had I known this might happen?
No. I couldn't've.
Or maybe my bodyhadknown, because even now, it was responding with such yearning that I literally ached.
"Don't worry," he said with a wicked grin. "I'll replace them after."
"After what?"
Taking his sweet time, he leaned closer. "This," he said, reaching one hand into the side of my panties and giving the fabric a quick twist and yank. With a sudden ripping sound, the panties fell aside, making me gasp in blissful surprise.
The air felt cool, and my skin felt hot. Still looming over me, he ran his hands over my hips and down the inside of my thigh.
When his thumbs brushed closer to my aching need, I gave a little whimper. I wanted his touch so bad, I felt like I'd die if I didn't get it.
When my hips rose, he smiled like he knew something thatIdidn't.
And boy, did he ever.With sweet deliberation, he ran his hands up and down again, ever closer to the center, but never close enough.
