Rules of Contact
Page 21
She intended to touch him all over now that she had given herself permission.
He hopped off the sofa, then took her hand and pulled her up, drawing her against him. His hands roamed her body.
“That feels good.”
“It’s going to feel better once I get you naked. And, Amelia?”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to be honest and tell you I’ve imagined you naked a lot.”
Her brows shot up. “Have you?”
“Yeah. Mostly when I’m in the dark at night with my cock in my hand.”
Her body swelled with desire. Flynn was definitely going to make her come tonight. Just his hot words made her quiver.
She wrapped her hand around his neck to pull his lips to hers. “Now you don’t have to fantasize anymore.”
His kiss this time was harder, filled with passion and unrestrained need. She leaned into it, drank from his lips as he slid his tongue inside her mouth to flick against hers.
She felt weak in the knees, but also heady and powerful with desire. And now it was her opportunity to use her hands to clutch his shoulders, to feel the awesome strength in his muscles as he held tight to her.
And then she was shocked when he scooped her up in his arms. She wasn’t a small woman. She was five ten, so when he started up the stairs, she gave him a look.
“Are you crazy, Flynn? I can walk and you might hurt yourself.”
He laughed at her. “I think I can handle you.”
He was certainly doing that. Her ex had never been able to pick her up. They had been the same height, and, granted, Flynn was a lot taller and more muscular than her ex.
And okay, she wasn’t going to think about her ex-husband any more tonight. Not when a gorgeous man held her against him. This might be the first time a man had ever held her in his arms, much less carried her up a flight of stairs. It was a little disconcerting. But it also made her feel very female and, for the first time in her life . . . small.
It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing to feel cared for in this way, even if the independent side of her balked. It was also extremely romantic, and when he laid her on the bed, she sat on the edge, still a bit overwhelmed by this unexpected turn of events.
“Change your mind?” he asked.
“No. Just a little surprised.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Why? I think I made it clear I wanted you. And by the way you responded downstairs, it seemed reciprocal.”
“Oh, I definitely want you. I’m just waiting for my head to get in line with my body.”
He leaned over her, giving her shoulder a slight shove so she was lying back on the mattress. “Too much thinking can ruin really good sex, Amelia. How about we just let our bodies do the work?”
He was right, of course. The logical side of her brain was trying to pop in and interrupt what her body wanted.
There was nothing going on with the two of them other than a one-night stand. Nothing wrong with that. She needed it, she wanted it and she was going to let herself have it.
Then he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his gorgeous tattoos and his rather outstanding chest.
Logic fled the room and desire took over. She rolled over onto her side. “Please continue with the unveiling. And I’m going to warn you now that I’m going to map every one of those tattoos.”
“With your tongue, I hope.”
She watched as he dropped his pants, and saw the tattoos continued into his boxer briefs. Her sex quivered.
“Visually and tactically. Most definitely.”
He dropped his briefs and his cock sprang out. She couldn’t resist a smile of pure feminine appreciation. He was built rock hard, all muscle that spoke of what he did out on the football field.
“Your turn,” he said.
She started to pull off her shirt, but he came over and grasped the hem, drawing her shirt over her head.
She had to admit it was a little daunting to have a man watch her undress. But Flynn seemed to be appreciative of the unveiling, so she tossed her shirt on the bed, then wriggled out of her jeans—with his help.
“I’ll never understand women and their tight jeans,” he said as he tugged them down her legs.
“You appreciate our asses cupped in them, though, don’t you?”
He lifted his gaze to hers. “That I do. And your ass is very nice.”
He rolled her over onto her stomach and smoothed his hands over her butt. When she felt his lips there, she giggled.
“I’ve always wanted to have a man kiss my ass.”
He gave her butt a light smack. “I could do a lot of fun things with your ass, Amelia.”
Oh, the images that swirled in her head. She swung around to face him. “Could you?”
“Yeah.” He placed his hands on the mattress, pressing them flat on either side of her shoulders. “But we’ll table that thought for another time.”
Before she could absorb that he thought they’d have more than just this one night, he leaned in and kissed her. She felt the heat emanating from his body and arched up, needing to feel his skin against hers. She still wore her bra and panties, but when he skimmed his body on top of hers, all that delicious heat sizzled between them.
Plus, his cock, nestled between her thighs, hard and surging against her sex, made her quiver with a desperate need to feel him inside of her. It had been such a long dry spell for her and she was unashamedly anxious to have him buried balls deep.
Flynn, on the other hand, must be having lots of sex with many women, because he took his sweet-ass time rubbing his lips against hers, flicking his tongue against the tip of hers and generally driving her bat-shit crazy. All in a good way, of course. She had no complaints about the kissing. He was very good at it. It was just that she desperately craved an orgasm and he kept rubbing his cock against her clit, which made her incessantly needy. She was certain that once she had an orgasm—or two—she’d settle down.
She palmed his shoulders and he lifted.
“Am I too heavy for you?”
“Not at all. I like your weight on me. I’d like it even more if your cock was inside of me.”
His lips curved in a knowing smile. “You in a hurry?”
“A big damn hurry for an orgasm. I haven’t had one in a while. So feel free to cut the foreplay down to like . . . nothing.”
“I see.” He lifted off of her. “You know, Amelia, I’m a big believer in giving a woman what she wants.”
Then he unhooked her bra and she pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. He reached for her panties and ever so slowly slid them off her hips and down her legs. She wasn’t sure if Flynn was giving her what she wanted or tormenting her further. Because he didn’t immediately grab a condom. Instead, he parted her legs and then . . .
He hopped off the sofa, then took her hand and pulled her up, drawing her against him. His hands roamed her body.
“That feels good.”
“It’s going to feel better once I get you naked. And, Amelia?”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to be honest and tell you I’ve imagined you naked a lot.”
Her brows shot up. “Have you?”
“Yeah. Mostly when I’m in the dark at night with my cock in my hand.”
Her body swelled with desire. Flynn was definitely going to make her come tonight. Just his hot words made her quiver.
She wrapped her hand around his neck to pull his lips to hers. “Now you don’t have to fantasize anymore.”
His kiss this time was harder, filled with passion and unrestrained need. She leaned into it, drank from his lips as he slid his tongue inside her mouth to flick against hers.
She felt weak in the knees, but also heady and powerful with desire. And now it was her opportunity to use her hands to clutch his shoulders, to feel the awesome strength in his muscles as he held tight to her.
And then she was shocked when he scooped her up in his arms. She wasn’t a small woman. She was five ten, so when he started up the stairs, she gave him a look.
“Are you crazy, Flynn? I can walk and you might hurt yourself.”
He laughed at her. “I think I can handle you.”
He was certainly doing that. Her ex had never been able to pick her up. They had been the same height, and, granted, Flynn was a lot taller and more muscular than her ex.
And okay, she wasn’t going to think about her ex-husband any more tonight. Not when a gorgeous man held her against him. This might be the first time a man had ever held her in his arms, much less carried her up a flight of stairs. It was a little disconcerting. But it also made her feel very female and, for the first time in her life . . . small.
It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing to feel cared for in this way, even if the independent side of her balked. It was also extremely romantic, and when he laid her on the bed, she sat on the edge, still a bit overwhelmed by this unexpected turn of events.
“Change your mind?” he asked.
“No. Just a little surprised.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Why? I think I made it clear I wanted you. And by the way you responded downstairs, it seemed reciprocal.”
“Oh, I definitely want you. I’m just waiting for my head to get in line with my body.”
He leaned over her, giving her shoulder a slight shove so she was lying back on the mattress. “Too much thinking can ruin really good sex, Amelia. How about we just let our bodies do the work?”
He was right, of course. The logical side of her brain was trying to pop in and interrupt what her body wanted.
There was nothing going on with the two of them other than a one-night stand. Nothing wrong with that. She needed it, she wanted it and she was going to let herself have it.
Then he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his gorgeous tattoos and his rather outstanding chest.
Logic fled the room and desire took over. She rolled over onto her side. “Please continue with the unveiling. And I’m going to warn you now that I’m going to map every one of those tattoos.”
“With your tongue, I hope.”
She watched as he dropped his pants, and saw the tattoos continued into his boxer briefs. Her sex quivered.
“Visually and tactically. Most definitely.”
He dropped his briefs and his cock sprang out. She couldn’t resist a smile of pure feminine appreciation. He was built rock hard, all muscle that spoke of what he did out on the football field.
“Your turn,” he said.
She started to pull off her shirt, but he came over and grasped the hem, drawing her shirt over her head.
She had to admit it was a little daunting to have a man watch her undress. But Flynn seemed to be appreciative of the unveiling, so she tossed her shirt on the bed, then wriggled out of her jeans—with his help.
“I’ll never understand women and their tight jeans,” he said as he tugged them down her legs.
“You appreciate our asses cupped in them, though, don’t you?”
He lifted his gaze to hers. “That I do. And your ass is very nice.”
He rolled her over onto her stomach and smoothed his hands over her butt. When she felt his lips there, she giggled.
“I’ve always wanted to have a man kiss my ass.”
He gave her butt a light smack. “I could do a lot of fun things with your ass, Amelia.”
Oh, the images that swirled in her head. She swung around to face him. “Could you?”
“Yeah.” He placed his hands on the mattress, pressing them flat on either side of her shoulders. “But we’ll table that thought for another time.”
Before she could absorb that he thought they’d have more than just this one night, he leaned in and kissed her. She felt the heat emanating from his body and arched up, needing to feel his skin against hers. She still wore her bra and panties, but when he skimmed his body on top of hers, all that delicious heat sizzled between them.
Plus, his cock, nestled between her thighs, hard and surging against her sex, made her quiver with a desperate need to feel him inside of her. It had been such a long dry spell for her and she was unashamedly anxious to have him buried balls deep.
Flynn, on the other hand, must be having lots of sex with many women, because he took his sweet-ass time rubbing his lips against hers, flicking his tongue against the tip of hers and generally driving her bat-shit crazy. All in a good way, of course. She had no complaints about the kissing. He was very good at it. It was just that she desperately craved an orgasm and he kept rubbing his cock against her clit, which made her incessantly needy. She was certain that once she had an orgasm—or two—she’d settle down.
She palmed his shoulders and he lifted.
“Am I too heavy for you?”
“Not at all. I like your weight on me. I’d like it even more if your cock was inside of me.”
His lips curved in a knowing smile. “You in a hurry?”
“A big damn hurry for an orgasm. I haven’t had one in a while. So feel free to cut the foreplay down to like . . . nothing.”
“I see.” He lifted off of her. “You know, Amelia, I’m a big believer in giving a woman what she wants.”
Then he unhooked her bra and she pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. He reached for her panties and ever so slowly slid them off her hips and down her legs. She wasn’t sure if Flynn was giving her what she wanted or tormenting her further. Because he didn’t immediately grab a condom. Instead, he parted her legs and then . . .
