Fighting Shadows (On the Ropes #2)(56)

“Goddammit.” He roughly tugged at the blanket between us, failing in his frenzy. Within seconds, he gave up and tossed me to the other side of the bed, tearing the blanket away before rolling to cover me with his muscular body.

I was right. Flint was very, very naked. I didn’t have a chance to fully check him out, but I felt every hard inch of him pressed against me.

“You are f*cking beautiful,” he whispered against my skin as he trailed kisses down to my breasts.

“So are you,” I answered awkwardly—but it was the truth.

Flint’s body was gorgeous, and even as I looked down over his shoulder at the numerous scars that covered his back, it didn’t change that in the least.

I felt his lips tip up, but just as quickly, his tongue circled my peaked nipple.

“Shit,” I breathed, arching off the bed.

His mouth shifted, capturing my other breast and shooting sparks to my core.

“Flint, please,” I begged wantonly.

I couldn’t say exactly what I wanted him to do; I just knew I needed more.

More of his hands.

More of his mouth.

Just more Flint.

“Oh God,” I prayed when his fingers brush over my folds. My hips lifted, urging him forward.

After cascading kisses down my stomach, he settled between my legs on an elbow.

“Slow down,” he murmured.

“No. You speed up.” I threw my head back against the pillow with a groan as his hand disappeared. Well, that was until the warmth of his tongue laved over my clit. “Yes,” I hissed.

“Have you ever gotten yourself off?” he asked before licking me again, sending my head spinning.

“Yes,” I admitted on a breath.

“You think about me?” he questioned, pressing a finger inside me.

I couldn’t have uttered words if I’d tried; a nod was my only reply.

Twisting his hand, he adding another finger. A sharp sting flashed over me before it faded into overwhelming pleasure.

“I didn’t hear you, Ash. Say it out loud. Tell me how you thought about me every time you touched this tight *.”

His fingers deliciously twisted again, and my hands tangled in his short hair, urging his mouth down.

“I especially thought about how you would feel inside me,” I said boldly, and he rewarded me with another flick of his tongue.

“Soon. First, I want to taste you.” Without removing his fingers, he sucked my clit into his mouth.

My hands flailed, knocking everything including the lamp off his nightstand, before slamming down on the bed, fisting the sheets. The tension was building already, my muscles clenching with every swirl of his tongue, but just as I reached the highest peak before the euphoric fall, he backed away.

“No, don’t stop,” I begged, opening my eyes.

He rolled to the side, settling next to me on his back. “I need to feel you come, and not on my mouth and fingers. You aren’t the only one who has been using their imagination to get off for the last three years. I want you to come while wrapped around my cock,” he replied, his voice husky with desire.

“Stop talking,” I said even though I loved every syllable out of his dirty mouth.

Judging by the smirk that formed on his lips, he knew it too.

He began stroking his long, thick cock. “Get on top. It’ll be easier this way.”

“Easier for who?” I asked, rising to my knees, but my eyes stayed glued to his moving hand.

He caught my wrist and guided my hand to join his. “There you go,” he moaned, releasing his cock as I continued gliding long strokes up and down his shaft.

The sight of Flint’s smooth length sliding through my grasp enraptured me. I was vaguely aware of him rifling around in the drawer of his nightstand.

Suddenly, Flint sat up, grabbed the back of my neck, and hauled me down to his mouth. My hand fell away while he kissed me deeply. Gripping my hips, he shifted me to straddle him. His cock settled between us as he held me to his mouth in a deep and sensual kiss. My arousal still lingered on his lips.

Turning his head to break the connection, he growled, “Sit up.”

As always, when it came to Flint, my body obeyed. He made quick work of rolling on a condom as I watched his skilled hands in awe.

The nerves began to creep back up at the thought of finally having him, something I had fantasized about more times than I could count. There was no question that I wanted to be with him. I was just terrified of what would happen after we finished. I wasn’t sure I could ever go back from a moment when I belonged to him in every possible way.

And because of that, he would belong to me too.

I wasn’t sure that, if I ever truly had him as my own, I’d ever be able to let go.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

My gaze immediately lifted to his.

“I have waited so long to have you, Ash. I have so much to apologize for, but this . . . tonight . . . with you . . . will never be one of those things.”

My eyes flashed away as insecurity and doubt clouded my vision.

Or maybe they were tears.

Whatever they were sucked. I was naked and in bed with a man who had literally been the star of every single dream I had ever had. Insecurity had no place in the equation.

“Be with me, Ash. Tonight, tomorrow, a decade. Just be with me. No more running.”