All They Need - By Sarah Mayberry Page 0,77

hers. “Now I’ve got you where I want you.”

“Really?”

“Definitely.” He grinned down at her. “Now, about this dessert…”

He reached for the hem of her top and she shifted to allow him to pull it over her head. His eyes narrowed appreciatively as he took in the almost transparent black lace of her bra.

“Nice.”

He lowered his head and began to kiss and lick the curve of her breast until finally he was sucking her nipple through the lace of her bra. She stirred beneath him and he transferred his attention to her other breast, repeating the action. She slid her hands down his back to his sides and then around to the front of his jeans. When she started to fumble with the stud, he caught her hands.

“Uh-uh,” he said.

“Sorry?”

“I haven’t finished my dessert yet.”

He reached out and undid the snap on her jeans. Holding her gaze, he started to peel her jeans down her legs. Her mouth opened ever so slightly and she licked her lower lip. His gaze dropped to her hips. She was wearing black stretch-lace French knickers and he smoothed his hand over her belly and down onto her mound.

“Great presentation. Pass my compliments to the chef,” he said.

She swallowed a laugh as he tucked a finger into the waistband and pulled her panties down. He studied her, admiring the paleness of her skin, the taut muscles of her thighs, the dark silk of her hair.

“So beautiful, Mel…”

He swept a hand from her hip to her knee before pushing her thighs wide. He moved lower, settling himself between her thighs. She caught her breath as he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, following it with an exploratory lick. A shudder racked her body.

“Don’t forget to breathe,” he murmured.

She dropped against the pillows as he started to tease her with his fingers and tongue and mouth. Stroking her inside and out, he drove her higher and higher until she was mindless with need. She fisted a hand in his hair and pushed her hips toward him, unashamedly demanding everything he had to give. When she came, she cried out, her back arching off the floor, her body as taut as a bow.

She collapsed onto the carpet, as loose as a rag doll. He was so hard it was a wonder he hadn’t exploded. He kicked his suit pants to one side and rolled a condom on before laying his body over hers and drawing one rosy pink nipple into his mouth. His erection nudged against her slick folds and she gave a low, needy moan and tilted her hips to accept him. He slid home to the hilt and started to move inside her. She gripped his ass, hips lifting to meet his thrusts.

“Yes. Please, Flynn, you feel so good…?.”

He whispered in her ear, dirty, sexy words of praise, telling her how she made him feel, how much he loved her body. She shuddered as she came, his name on her lips. A few seconds later he followed her, his cheek pressed against hers.

After laying lax and spent in the flickering light of the fire for endless minutes, they made the bed and drifted into sleep beneath his new down duvet.

He woke with a start to find Mel sitting upright in the bed beside him, the covers pooled around her waist.

“Hey,” he said sleepily, reaching out to lay a hand on her naked back. “You okay?”

She was tense and her skin was clammy with sweat.

“Sorry. I think I must have been too hot or something.”

She slipped out of the bed before he could respond. Her pale figure was like a ghost in the darkened room as she headed for the door.

“Mel. It’s freezing,” he said.

“I’ll be fine,” she said as she walked out the door.

Flynn threw back the covers and walked across to flick on the light. The fire had burned down to embers and he threw some more kindling on before scooping up Mel’s T-shirt from the floor. He grabbed a T-shirt for himself from his overnight bag and shrugged into it as he went in search of Mel. He found her in the bathroom, washing her face with big handfuls of water. The room was freezing and she was shivering and covered with gooseflesh.

“You’ll catch a cold. Here,” he said, handing her the T-shirt.

“Thanks.”

She dried her face on a towel before slipping the T-shirt over her head. “Come here.”

He pulled her into his arms, smoothing his hands over her back to try to warm her.