as he touched me, and although my mouth opens and closes several times, no sound comes out. It’s for the best because I wouldn’t be able to speak past the lump lodged in my throat anyway.
The tears don’t fall until the elevator doors close in front of my face.
***
When I left the hotel to catch a cab, I fully expected Flynn to be waiting downstairs.
He wasn’t, and that’s how I ended up standing at the door to his condo rather than heading to the grocery store to restock my mini-fridge.
The text I got from an unknown number shocked me. It contained Flynn’s home address and a phone number. The text I sent back, demanding to know who it was and how they got my number was left unread. Curiosity, and maybe a hint of desperate need, is what landed me here.
My knock echoes down the empty hall behind me, but it doesn’t take long for the door to swing open.
“Rem—”
I push myself against his chest, pressing my mouth to his before he can get out my full name. Scenarios ran through my head on the entire drive over, making me wonder if it was a mistake, if it were possible that I’d show up and another woman was going to answer the door.
But he said he saw me, and I know he didn’t mean in the physical, technical sense. The words were exactly what I needed to hear, and when his arms circle my waist, lifting me off the floor, I have my answer. He’s alone and very happy to see me.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts against my mouth, but I swallow his next sentence.
I didn’t come here to chat, and I make it clear when I reach down the front of his lounge pants. His cock, thick and ready, is hot in my hand, his mouth pulling away on a groan.
“Remington—”
I press my hand to his lips. “No talking.”
“No,” he snaps as I slide down his body, keeping the momentum after my feet hit the floor.
He pulls me up by the shoulders before I can even make it to my knees.
“No chance of surviving that tonight, baby.”
He lifts me once again, allowing space between our bodies as I rip my shirt off over my head, my bra landing near it on the floor in the next breath.
His mouth is on my heated flesh, tongue lashing against one nipple as he carries me down a darkened hallway. Plush, cool sheets meet my bare back as he lowers me, his mouth never leaving my skin.
“I’ve missed you, missed your smile, the scent of your skin. The taste of this pussy.” His mouth is between my legs the second after he pulls my pants down. They’re tangled around my knees, ass lifted in the air as he consumes me. I hate that I can’t watch him work me over, but the sensation of his mouth makes up for the lack of visual.
“Flynn,” I moan before biting my lip to the point of pain.
I knew what I wanted to happen when I gave the cabbie this address instead of the one to the grocery store, and I’m getting it in spades right now, but I also promised myself that I wouldn’t leave another piece of me behind when I left. The way his mouth is owning me, I know that’s an impossible pledge to keep.
When I come, thrashing wildly like a crazed person, he replaces his mouth with his fingers as he shoves his loungewear down. He shoves inside of me without a warning, a long, painful groan echoing around the room. There’s manic desperation in his eyes when he pulls my jeans off—only one leg—and spreads me wide.
“Goddamn, baby. Like a fucking glove.” His fingers toy with my clit, but even as oversensitized as it is from my orgasm mere moments ago, the damn thing is still throbbing with need, my greedy body offering itself up entirely to this man, practically humming and begging for more, more, more.
His eyelids are half-mast, his mouth open like he can’t believe I’m under him, and it’s that emotion brewing in his stormy blue eyes that makes me look away. His fingers caress my cheek, urging me to look back up at him, but my fragile heart can’t take it. When he turns my cheek, I let my eyes close.
The unrelenting bastard slows his drives, his hips making slow, languid, maddening circles instead of the near-violent thrusts he started out with. Then he lowers his body on