Kicking his shoes and jeans off, Flynn carried Pink upstairs to his bedroom. By the time he laid her down on the bed, she was snoring softly.
He smiled at her. One leg of her yoga pants was still hanging on her leg; the rest of her was naked. Gently he pulled the pants from her and covered her with the sheet and tucked her in.
Long moments ticked by, but Flynn didn’t move from where he stood. A maelstrom of emotions crashed inside his chest. If he could get away with it, he’d lock her in this house and only allow her to leave when he was with her. He understood his obsessive fear of losing her was unhealthy. If he allowed it to control his actions, he’d push her away. She would come to distrust and ultimately despise him. He was like the kid with the best toy in the playground. Everyone was going to want a turn and he wasn’t going to allow anyone to touch it for fear of it getting broken or stolen. His fear wasn’t born of jealousy. He trusted Pink. She wasn’t the type of girl to look at other men or lead one on, once she gave her heart. Hell, he knew men would always look at her. She was strong, and their connection so fierce he knew she would fight for it and him, too.
It was the fear of the bad guys he knew prowled the streets and lurked behind corners. It was pieces of shit like Boris Sorlov who preyed upon women, and that dick Andre who liked to smack them around, that laid the foundation of his fear. Because for all that Pink thought she was a badass, she wasn’t. Not even close.
Swiping his hand across his chin, Flynn chastised himself. Fear aside, she wasn’t a possession, she was a human being. Damn it, he was falling hard for her. That was a lie; he’d already fallen. He was in deep emotional shit.
Shucking off his shirt, Flynn tossed it into the hamper in his bathroom, then grabbed a pair of flannel lounge pants. Giving Pink a quick check, he headed downstairs, then to the garage, and grabbed her bag and his cell phone from the console.
Ignoring the fact that the sun would be rising in a couple of hours, Flynn checked his phone and scowled.
Messages from Maddox and Justin.
Justin’s were furious rants, calling him out for what he’d done to the Russian giant. Your inability to contain your temper has seriously jeopardized this operation. Stand down or lose your shield.
Do what you gotta do, Barbieri, Flynn texted back. But she’s done. Make your case without her.
Maddox’s texts would be more of the same, but something told Flynn to read them.
Barbieri is heated and headhunting. I’ve got your 6. Would have done the same thing.
Flynn grunted and texted back. Copy
Maddox immediately responded: Did he tell you that we got a line on the missing person? And that the warrant came through?
Negative x 2
MP presumed alive and stateside.
Details?
Will divulge on secure line. We want the UC to drop the drive tonight.
Negative
Is that her stand as well?
Leave it alone.
The case dies w/o her
Then bury it. Gn
Flynn turned his cell off and as he strode back into the house, he stopped abruptly. Pink stood at the end of the hallway in one of his white dress shirts looking sexy as hell. Halfway buttoned, he could make out the valley between her breasts; she’d rolled the French cuffs haphazardly, the tails hitting her knees. Her soft smile caught and held his heart.
“I’m hungry,” she said sheepishly.
Flynn’s stomach growled in agreement. He hadn’t eaten since breakfast the day before and that wasn’t much. Having worked himself into a frenzy, he’d lost his appetite for everything except the woman standing before him.
Setting the bag down on the floor and his phone on the hall table, Flynn smiled and walked toward her. He gathered her into his arms, reveling in her soft bubble gum scent. “Me too.”
She pressed her lips to his chest. “Hmm, I could snack on you first.”
His dick swelled. Giggling, Pink pressed her hips into him. “You’re a walking hard-on.”
“I can’t help it, baby doll. The body wants what the body wants.”
Looking up at him, she grinned. It lit up her face. His heart tightened.
Twenty minutes later, sitting side by side at the small table where they’d drunk coffee just days before, Izzy dove into a stack of fluffy banana pancakes. Closing her eyes, she made a deep, satisfied sound as she slowly chewed. The combination of the banana in the mix, butter, and maple syrup was orgasmic.
Izzy smiled and opened her eyes when warm lips brushed along her bottom lip, followed by a warm tongue.
“Mmm, you had some syrup on the edge of your lip,” Flynn whispered. Pressing his lips to hers again, he opened her mouth and softly delved in with his tongue. “You taste delicious.”
Izzy sighed against his lips. Stabbing a piece of pancake with her fork she raised it to his lips and fed him. They’d almost made it halfway through their stack, taking turns feeding each other, when Izzy set her fork down on the plate, eyeing Flynn’s full bottom lip. A drop of syrup lingered there. Leaning into him, she licked it and said, “You missed a spot.”
“Hmm,” he murmured as he unbuttoned her shirt. “I think…” He dipped his fingertip into the pool of syrup on her plate and drizzled it down her chest, then ran his fingertip along the high swells before circling each nipple.
Sliding the shirt down her shoulders to her elbows, fully exposing her breasts, Flynn smiled. “I think,” he said, lowering his lips to one impudent nipple, “you need some help cleaning up the mess I just made.” As he slid his tongue along the trail of syrup, Izzy hissed, arching and leaning her head back, offering him all of her.
Hot lips captured a nipple and sucked, his wicked tongue flicking and swirling.
The way he turned a simple meal into a sexual smorgasbord shouldn’t have surprised her. Flynn was carnality incarnate. He was as much a creature of the senses as she was. He was shameless and virile, his hunger for her matched only by hers for him.
Taking the other nipple into his mouth, Flynn sucked hard. Her eyelids fluttered closed as he drew moans of satisfaction from her lips. As he tortured her nipple, he dipped his finger into the syrup again and drizzled it down her belly, then between her thighs.
Izzy shook with such intense anticipation, her teeth chattered.
“I love how you love this,” Flynn whispered against her flesh. “How hungry you are for me and how uninhibited you are.” His fingers trailed along her belly to her thighs, which he gently parted. His lips followed the path of his fingers, nibbling on her hips, across her belly button, toward her smooth mound.
“No shame. No hesitation. Just honest desire.”
His big body moved to the floor where he knelt before her. He pressed her knees further apart, revealing her pink glistening core.
His thumbs slid along her swollen lips. Seeing him looking at her with such awe and respect left no room for shame. When his eyes lifted to hers, Izzy’s heart seized with emotion. Power. Flynn bit his bottom lip as he gazed reverently at her. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Isa. I can’t believe you’re all mine.”
When his gaze dropped to her again, her womb clenched, triggering the release of her warm arousal.
“Amazing, Isa. I wish you could see how your body looks right now. Swollen and lush. Pink and creamy.” He slid his thumbs along her wet seam. She clenched against him, wanting to press into him, but she held her breath, tempering her intense need. She wanted this to last. When she came, she wanted him to draw it out, and drive her crazy.