He didn’t stop. He drove in and out of her, holding her against his chest, his lips pressed to hers. “Oh, I’m—” Another orgasm slammed through her. Her body went limp as he drove home and in a deep hot burst, he came inside of her.
Slowly, their bodies came to a sated stop. Breathing heavily, they clung to the other, their breaths mingling. He’d wrecked her. Her heart thudded against his. He’d come back to her, fed her, offered to help her find Alex. And the sex. Holy moly.
His lips trailed her damp neck, as he continued to support her noodle-limp body.
“Do all your girlfriends come twice like that?” she asked.
“I don’t have girlfriends.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot, you just fuck.”
His words set her back in her corner. He’d been upfront about his relationship status. That they were exclusive sexual partners for the time being was probably as far as he went. If he did do the relationship thing, she could never expect to be his girlfriend. A rich law-enforcement guy like him? He’d pick a society girl with a blue-blood pedigree like her sister. Not the bastard sister. Izzy licked her dry lips and just went with the here and now.
“Do all the women you just fuck come twice like that?”
“I don’t want to talk about women I’ve fucked.” He thrust into her. “I want to talk about how I’m going to fuck you after lunch.”
She laughed, loving his insatiable lust for her. “But we just ate breakfast.”
“Yeah, lunch is right around the corner.” He smoothed her damp hair from her forehead. “How would you like to be fucked after lunch?”
Tightening her legs around his waist, she smiled. “How would you like me to fuck you after lunch?”
He grinned. “Any which way you care to.”
“I want to do very bad things to you.”
“I’m going to let you.”
Chapter Ten
Standing with his slacks around his thighs, Flynn had just erupted like a volcano and he was still semihard. He couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted skin on skin with Pink. He pulled her T-shirt up over her head and when her bountiful tits popped into view, he groaned. They were exceptional. More than a handful, smooth and silky soft. Her nipples were a sweet succulent pink and when they were stiff and begging for attention like they were now, he couldn’t resist.
“You’re a handful in more than one way,” he said, cupping the full swells in his hands.
Mischief sparked in her eyes. “That’s why God gave you two hands.”
Smiling, Flynn shook his head in silent awe. She was a spitfire, this one. She gave as good as she got. And he just wanted to keep giving her more.
“You like me touching you, don’t you?”
“I love it,” she breathed, pressing against his hands.
Lowering his head, Flynn brushed his lips across the swell of her breasts, gently caressing each peak with the pads of his thumbs. Her back bowed, giving him greater access to her offering. The vision of her prancing half naked around a room full of slobbering guys flashed before him. Possessive anger followed. He knew it was irrational. He’d known this girl less than twenty-four hours and he had no right to impose restrictions. Yet that was all he wanted to do. Tell her to quit her job and strip for his eyes only. “Do you like taking your clothes off in front of strange men?”
Her body stiffened. “Don’t ruin this, Flynn.”
He caught a petulant nipple in his mouth and tongued it as he gently sucked it. He couldn’t get over how soft she was. Smooth and creamy. Even now she smelled like a fresh stick of bubble gum. He moaned as his dick thickened. She was wet from his ejaculate, but still so damn tight it felt like her pussy was fisting him.
He released her nipple with a soft pop. “I’m not trying to ruin this; I just want to understand why you do what you do. I think there must be something exciting about knowing that every man in the place would chop off a ball just to touch you.” He caught the other nipple in his mouth and sucked it deeply into his mouth. Her body tensed in a whole different way. Her fingers dug into his scalp before running down his neck to his back. When he released her nipple, he stroked it with his tongue. It beaded tighter. “Is it a control thing?”
“Flynn,” she said, pushing away from him. “You’re seriously harshing my mellow.”
He didn’t pull her back. He wanted to know why she did it, because it really bugged him that she did.
“It shouldn’t matter to you why I do it.”
“Because we’re just fuck buddies?”
She flinched at his words.
“I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.” But he wasn’t sorry. He was pissed. Irrationally so.
She pushed back. Extending her arms behind her, she rested against the counter and looked closely at him. “We’ve been consenting fuck buddies for less than an hour and already we’re having our first fight, while you’re still in me.”
Flynn stepped back, slipping out of her. She gasped and he cursed, not liking the coolness of the air as opposed to her hot wetness. He pulled up his pants and buttoned them. “You can quit working there now.”
Picking her T-shirt up from the counter, Pink slid it over her head and grabbed a handful of paper towels. Pressing them between her legs, she shook her head. “I can’t quit. The money’s good and I have a sister to find.”
“I told you I’d help you. In case you forgot, I’m a Special Agent. I get shit done.”
She looked up at him in disbelief. “First of all, while I will happily take you up on your offer to help, and I’m sure the FBI has lots of cool state of the art toys to help you, you can’t do what I do. I’m in there, in the environment. Ears to ground and rubbing whiskers. I’ve been careful and patient. It paid off last night when Andre commissioned the video. He knows something and Boris knows everything.” She smiled and hopped off the counter and tossed the wet paper towels into the trashcan. “As hot as you are, Special Agent Ryker, you don’t have the kind of tits it takes to get the information I need.”
“Boris is not unknown to us.”
“Good, then we shouldn’t have any problem finding Alex. Until we do, Flynn, I’m going to strap on a bikini every night and work what God gave me until I find her.”
He opened his mouth, ready to tell her he was calling off their sexual arrangement. That he wouldn’t have any kind of intimate relationship with a woman who flashed her tits to strange men for a goddamn living! But he snapped his mouth shut. Because at the moment, not only was his lust factor in overdrive, so was his protective nature. She might be good at her job, but she was in danger every minute of every hour she continued to have any type of association with the Surf’s Up. Whether she liked it or not, he was in for as long as it took to keep her safe. Damn if he wasn’t going to find a way to make her quit.
Flynn moved away from the touchy subject and said, “We need to strategize how you’re going to handle the video issue when Andre demands it.”
On cue, the muffled sound of a phone ringing in the kitchen disrupted the tension. They both looked at the iPhone box. She hurried to it and opened it. He’d charged it at the store while he was shopping.
“Hello?” she answered. Wide-eyed, she looked up at him. “Oh, hi, Andre.”
“Tell him to hold on,” Flynn mouthed.
“Hold on, Andre, I have to pee.”
She hit the mute button and set the phone down on the table and followed Flynn into the small living room. “He’s calling about the video,” Flynn said. “When do you work next?”
“Thursday night.”
“That gives us five days to come up with something. Tell him you have it and will bring it then. If he insists on coming for it now, tell him you’re not home and the guy you spent the night with is a little possessive.”