Swallowing hard, Izzy knew she had only one option. “Because you could do that to me, so easily. Because it felt so good, I craved it again as soon as it was over. Because I was afraid of all of the emotions you stirred in me. Because I was afraid of how much I wanted you, I ran.”
“Don’t ever run from me again, Isa.”
Chapter Thirty-three
“I won’t,” Pink whispered.
Emotion churned so deep within Flynn’s body he ached. The need to take this amazing woman into his arms and protect her from all the bad in the world overpowered him. She’d burrowed herself deep into his heart. Afraid of the power of his feelings for her, Flynn swallowed hard.
“Flynn,” she said softly, rising on her toes so her lips touched his. “Stop looking at me like that.”
Fathomless ocean colored eyes stared up at him in wonder. His heart pounded painfully against his rib cage. What a paradox she was to him. Innocent, sweet, and soft as a kitten on one side. Turn her over and she was bubble gum scented sensuality with a quirky sense of humor and more attitude in her little finger than most women had in their entire bodies.
What a fool he’d been to walk away from her. Not once but twice.
Her name meant a gift from the gods. That was what she was to him. A gift. And she had given him the greatest gift of all, her trust. He wasn’t going to mess it up. “How do I look at you?”
“Fierce.”
“That’s how you make me feel, Isa. Fierce. God help the person who tries to come between us.” He brushed his lips across hers. “I’ll kill them.”
Her small body trembled beneath his. The intensity of his words stilled him. So did the truth. Never had he felt the deep-seated bloodlust to destroy as he felt at that moment. Not even when he’d watched his father slowly kill his mother. Not even when he’d arrived at brutal crime scenes had his duty to protect and serve incited his passion the way Pink did now.
He would kill for her. Without hesitation. Without remorse. Whatever it took to keep her safe, he’d do it gladly.
“Come home with me,” he said, gathering her in his arms.
“Okay,” she answered.
He smiled and kissed her forehead. “Like you had a choice.”
Looping her arms around his neck, she pressed her body into his, and slid her tongue along his bottom lip. “I’m going to rock your world, Special Agent Ryker.”
“You already have,” he said. “Now let’s go home.”
Flynn let her go. In a mad frenzy, they packed her up and were in his car heading back to Piedmont in record time.
The fifteen-minute drive would have felt more like fifteen hours, but for the fact Pink had her tongue stuck in his ear and her greedy little fingers stroked his raging erection.
“I’m going to lick every inch of your body,” she teased. “You’re going to be so hard and so ready you won’t be able to control yourself.” Smiling against his jaw she softly added, “I can’t wait to touch your—hmm, what shall I call it? Cock? Penis? Or do you have a name for him?”
“I don’t care what you call it, just never ignore it.”
Pink laughed. “Never. How could I?” Pressing her lips to the throb at the base of his throat, she stroked him. His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. “You have a spectacular penis, Flynn. It’s so big and thick and warm.” Her strokes became bolder. “I love how all I have to do is look at you and it says hello.”
She slid her hand beneath his shirt. “I love the way your body feels. Hard, sleek and powerful, like a jungle cat.”
Leaning across the console, she slid her tongue along his clavicle, and then bit him. His cock jumped against the denim of his jeans.
“Pink,” he warned. “Don’t make me pull over.”
She bit him again, and he nearly lost control. “I dare you.”
Holy hell, she was going to get them both killed. They were two minutes from his house. He gunned the Vette, taking the corner tight and fast. The garage door yawned open. Flynn passed beneath it, shoved the car into park, flung off his seat belt as she flung off hers and yanked the little sexpot across his lap even before the garage door came down behind them.
His lips slammed down onto hers, ravaging their softness like a starved man at a feast. Opening the door, Flynn pulled her out with him. Standing, he hiked her legs around his waist, and still kissing her, strode into the house.
Just two steps inside, he turned with her and pressed her back against the wall. Yanking his lips from hers, he tore her shirt open and said roughly, “I need inside you now, Isa.”
Pulling off her shoes, he pushed her yoga pants down one leg. He hissed in a breath. “You are a very bad girl.” She wasn’t wearing panties.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she commanded.
His lips swooped down on hers as his arm tightened around her waist, holding her straining body against his.
Pink, moaned beneath his lips as she wrestled her shirt off and then her bra.
Yanking his shirt open, exposing his chest, she pressed her bare breasts against him, as her busy hands shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs. His engorged cock thrust up between them, the head sliding along her sweltering seam.
“You are soaking wet,” he moaned. Greedy for her, he lifted her and in a slow sweet glide, Flynn guided her down onto his throbbing cock head. Then he exhaled a long hissing breath as he filled her balls deep, savoring the hot rush of pleasure her tight warmth gave him.
“God damn, Isa, you feel good.”
“Flynn,” she breathed. “Don’t ever stop wanting this.”
Smoothing her hair back from her face, he lifted her chin so their gazes met. Emotional lightning struck him hard in the gut. Her stormy eyes were so dark they looked black. In their depths, her essence revealed itself. A fractured soul, but not a broken one. Pink’s true beauty wasn’t her exotic features or her voluptuous curves. It was her spirit that resonated the most with him, only he’d been too arrogant to see it at first. She had hid behind her blue wig and false eyelashes. Her smart mouth and pride. Thinking she was a down-on-her-luck stripper with an agenda because of his prejudice, he’d been too blinded by his ego to give her a chance to prove him wrong.
All along, Isa possessed an innocent belief in the human spirit, despite her rough start. That was what defined her.
Now, connected to her like this? Their bodies so perfectly melded? This meeting of mind, body, and spirit was the most natural thing he had ever done in his life. This house alone would never be a home, he realized, because it wasn’t about walls. It was about flesh and bones. Heart. Home was here, where Pink was.
“As long as I draw a breath, Isa, I will want this with you.” He brushed his lips across her parted ones.
Tears welled in her eyes.
“No, no, baby, don’t do that.” He swiped the moisture away with his thumbs. “Smile for me.” He moved against her.
Her eyes widened and her lips curved up.
“Yeah, that’s the look I want to see.” He thrust into her, she caught her breath, and fire flared in her eyes. “You look like a sexy angel right now. So pure and yet so hungry.” He nipped her bottom lip and thrust into her again. “I want to consume every inch of you, Pink. I want to keep you all to myself.” He thrust into her again and again, each time drawing a low, satisfied moan from her. He loved that he did that to her. Loved that she surrendered all to him.
“I broke all my rules for you, Isa,” he rasped. “I want you to break all of yours for me.”
“My walls came crashing down the moment I laid eyes on you at the club,” she confessed.
Possessive fire burned through him.
“Flynn,” she breathed. “I’m going to come.”
He smiled and pressed his lips to her ear. “That’s the point, isn’t it?” He punctuated his question with a deep grinding plunge. Her velvet muscles clamped down around his pulsing cock, and as she came apart, so did he.