I wanted to be around them. They were funny and kind, and when I was with them, I was happy.
Flynn’s heated gaze traveled from my eyes to my lips, and he slowly leaned in again.
This was a serious kiss. I shut my eyes, reveling in the press of his lips on mine and the way his hand grazed my shoulder and then down to my hand.
On my side like this, I couldn’t touch him the way I wanted to. Both of my palms itched with my need to feel him.
Pushing his shoulder, I urged him to his back and climbed over him. I stared down at him. He was a beautiful man. Everything about him, from his dark hair to the way his eyes shone when he was happy, beguiled me.
“I’m happy you’re happy.” I planted my hands next to his head and leaned down to kiss him.
He met me, fixing his mouth to mine and drawing my tongue into his mouth. I moaned, shifting and rolling against him. “I want you so badly.”
Flynn grabbed my hips, holding onto them tightly as he urged me on. My clothes fell away, and I sat up with a gasp when the cool air chilled my skin.
“Flynn!”
He was still fully dressed beneath me. One side of his lips kicked up in a wicked smile. “I make no apologies.”
I had to be quick to keep up with Flynn. He wasn’t afraid to use his power to get what he wanted, and in this case, it was me.
His stare was so heated, my skin flushed every place he looked. My body was probably one big blush.
Jackknifing, he gathered me in his arms and pulled me down to lie on his chest. “You’re so beautiful, Genny.” He pushed my hair over my shoulder and began to stroke the curls. Something changed as we lay there. The urgency I’d felt disappeared, replaced with a languid contentment. His heart beat under my ear, and I shut my eyes.
“When we were children, I knew you were the girl for me,” he whispered.
My eyes popped open at the admission. I slid next to him and propped my head on my hand so I could see him. “No, you didn’t.”
He lifted his head, glaring. “Yes, I did. You had leaves stuck in your hair and you were elbow deep in mud making one of those—what did you call them? You made them on the beach at the loch.”
Oh. “Dribble castles.”
He laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Dribble castles. When you saw me, you heaped a bunch of mud into a pile and told me I could have the castle next to yours, but I had to follow your laws because you were the queen.” He kissed my temple. “Do you know that was the first day that anyone besides my brothers or father told me what to do? At first, I was insulted. Who did you think you were? But, then, I was curious. You went right back to playing, as if my silent, spoiled-brat tantrum was no big deal.”
I remembered that day. Playing with the buttons on his shirt, I thought back. The loch was my favorite place, even back then. I’d spent hours reading there or building and exploring. Flynn had appeared out of nowhere. “I remember thinking I’d never seen anyone with such fancy clothes. I knew who you were right away.”
He startled. “You did?”
“Yeah. You informed me the second after I gave you your mud pile that you were a prince, and you made the rules.”
He started to laugh. “That’s right. But I let you tell me which ones they would be.”
“How kind of you. I made the laws, and you decided whether or not to accept them.”
“Hey…” His voice went quiet. “That was pretty good for me. I’d never compromised a day in my life.”
Shifting, he moved over me. He took first one hand and then another and lifted them above my head, pushing them into the soft mattress. “Those were my happiest days. The ones spent with you.”
He kissed me, tracing his tongue over my lips before gently probing, asking permission. I opened for him, touching the tip tentatively to his and then sliding along the sides. He tasted of berries, sweet but with a hint of bitterness, like they were picked too early.
Flynn moved over me, hips rolling against mine. I opened my legs, drawing them up to his hips, and rested my feet on the back of his knees.