She arched against him as he dragged his nose along her throat to her cheek. Her warm breath pulsed against his lips. He licked them, catching her bottom lip. She moaned responsively beneath him.
His lips brushed across her parted ones, barely touching, but wanting to plunder. He hovered there, their breaths mingling, both of them wanting the same thing.
“Tell me to leave and I’ll go,” he rasped.
Her eyes fluttered open. He lost himself in their passionate depths, praying she would beg him to stay.
“After you give me back my SIM card.”
He smiled, feeling like a teenage boy with his first girlfriend. Despite the seriousness of the act that brought them together, she made him smile. He liked that. Jack’s fiancée, Stevie, had told him once that he was too uptight and needed to loosen up. How would the detective like meeting this firecracker?
Somehow he knew Stevie would approve. So would Kat, Simon’s wife. “After you take a shower with me.”
“After you promise to give me back my SIM card.”
“After I erase that video.”
“After—no way!”
He grew serious. “There are only two sets of eyes that will ever see that video, yours and mine.” He rubbed his nose across a pert nipple. “I’ll be happy to bring over the popcorn and watch it all night with you, but no way in hell is it leaving my possession.”
“How do I know you won’t show it to your friends?”
He jerked back and looked at her like she was crazy. “Just because you shook your tits in front of them and God only knows what else, doesn’t mean they get to sit in on what happens between us.”
“That really bugs you that they saw my boobs?”
“Damn straight it does.”
“Why?”
“Because it belittles you in their eyes.”
“Am I less in your eyes because I’m a stripper?”
He caught himself. The honest answer was yes. “I don’t like that you strip for a living. I don’t like that the men I work with have seen your tits and your ass.” He pushed her back into the sheets and swept his fingers across the warm swells. “I hate that they might have touched you.” His voice had dropped several octaves. He pressed his lips to a perky nipple. “I hate that they may have kissed you like this.” He cupped them. “Or touched you like this.” He sucked a nipple deeply and as he did his erection surged between them. “I don’t want any man to think he has the right to touch you because you strip.”
“Flynn,” she said softly. “Last night was the first time I gave a lap dance and the first time I took off my top. No one touched me and I didn’t touch them. Honesty, I don’t know if I could have done it if you weren’t there.” She bit her bottom lip, then said, “You flipped a switch last night and all I wanted then is what I want now, more of you inside of me.” Her candor surprised him. It was refreshing. She said exactly what she was thinking. Even when she was trying to trick him, she was guileless. Instinctively, he knew lying went against her nature.
He growled softly, grabbed her up into his arms, and strode with her into what he correctly assumed was a bathroom. An old-fashioned claw-foot tub with a metal wraparound hanger and clear shower curtain took up half of the small room. Holding her tightly, Flynn stepped into the tub, then letting her go with one hand, her feet touched the bottom. With one hand still around her waist, he yanked the shower curtain around with his free hand and turned the faucets on full blast. Without waiting for the water to warm up, holding her tightly to his chest, he pushed her toward the shower head. She squealed as cold spray hit her, but instantly warmed when his mouth came down hard on hers.
Chapter Seven
As much as he was a first with Pink, she was the first of several with Flynn. She was the first woman who had drugged him. The first woman he’d slept with, and now, a third first. In all of the years of his sexual encounters, whether he’d gone back to the lady’s house, took her to a hotel room, or found a secluded spot, Flynn always showered when he got home. Primarily because once the deed was done, he didn’t like to linger and get sucked into staying longer than he was comfortable.
Pink’s curvy little body molded tightly to his much taller frame. His protective nature surged as he thought of any man attempting to hurt her. She clasped his face in her hands and hungrily ate at his lips. He was rock-hard and dying to get inside of her, but little Miss Pink had other plans. She broke their kiss and slid down his chest to her knees. Hot water ran down his body as her hands slid along the front of his thighs. She looked up at him, blinking back the water. “I’ve never tasted a man before. I’m not sure what to do.”
Flynn’s heart slammed hard against his chest as he fought to breathe. She was so innocent and so…fresh. There was no treachery behind her expressive eyes, only curiosity mingled with a desire for him that was matched only by his desire for her.
Her lips pursed as she waited for instruction. The vision of them locked around his straining cock tightened his balls.
“Christ, Pink, just do what comes naturally, you’ll know if you’re on the right track.”
Sliding her fingers up his thighs, she caught his shaft between her hands and slid them down to his balls. “Yeah, that’s a good start,” he hissed, reaching up and grasping the metal curtain rail. He closed his eyes when her lips brushed the wide head. Her tongue slid across and around the eye. Tension drew his body taut. With her right hand, she cupped his balls and with her left hand, she stroked him, and with that lovely tongue, she licked him like a dripping ice cream cone. He looked down at her and he nearly lost it. There was something sublimely sensual about the way her slender fingers and pink tongue looked against his erection. The thick veins bulged with blood. She looked up at him and smiled as she licked the underside of his head.
“You’re a natural, baby,” he groaned.
Closing her eyes, took him into her mouth, and sucked. God damn, she’d just started and he was going to come. His fists tightened around the metal rack, and his hips moved in a slow deep cadence to her lips, tongue, and hand. She seemed enamored with his cock. She stroked him while she sucked and tongued him, cupping his balls, making little sounds of contentment.
He’d been fellated before; most of the time it had been good. But it had never been performed with such uninhibited relish. That she enjoyed pleasuring him like this made him harder. His knuckles whitened as she took him deeper down her throat. He watched her suck him so hard her cheeks hollowed, her hand stroking him at the root, her other hand massaging his heavy sack in perfect rhythm with her sucking.
Water plastered her hair to her head, spiking her long black lashes. He couldn’t help it when his hands dropped to her head and he thrust deeply into her mouth. She took all he had, working him into a hot frenzy. Flynn threw his head back, closed his eyes, and set his jaw.
“I’m going to come, Pink,” he rasped. “If you want me inside you, stop or…” She squeezed his balls and sucked harder as she took him deeper. “Ah, God, fuck,” he cursed and his semen shot out from him like a striking serpent. His hips jerked hard as his ejaculate spurted in thick streams. Slowing her pace, she relaxed her lips, but she kept him in her mouth until she had milked every drop of what he had left.
He was sweaty under the shower stream. His knees were weak, he felt like he’d just hit the lottery, and he was clueless as to what to do next. He reached down, pulled her up to his chest, and did what came instinctively to him, wrapped his arms around her, allowing the warm rush of water to rinse them. He stood with her like that for a long time before she broke away and lathered them both up. When she stood up on her toes and squirted bubble gum scented shampoo on his head, he came out of his daze. She dug her nails into his scalp and scrubbed, then rinsed his hair. She did the same thing with his body, taking a pink loofah and squirting some girly-smelling stuff on it, and from his head down to his toes, she lathered him up and loofahed every inch of him. It felt good to be tended to like this by her. She did it like she cared, not as if it was a chore. He scowled.