All They Need(67)
Flynn opened the side gate and they entered the fray. Everyone was crowded around the patio for the speeches and they found a spot near the corner of the garage that offered them a decent view. Over the next twenty minutes, her parents milked their moment in the limelight for all they were worth. Flynn kept a hold of her hand, his thumb occasionally brushing her wrist in the smallest of caresses. She glanced at him from time to time to see if he was laughing at the same joke she was or to gauge his reaction to something her mother or father had said, and every time she found herself getting lost in his gaze.
And she knew, absolutely, that she would not be going home alone tonight.
IT WAS NEARLY MIDNIGHT when Flynn followed Mel’s car home, parking in the street while she turned into the drive and disappeared around the back of the house to park in her carport. He locked up the Aston and made his way to the front door.
He jiggled his car keys as he waited for Mel to let him in. No point lying to himself—he was nervous. A fairly galling admission for a man in his thirty-fourth year. It wasn’t as though he was a babe in the woods as far as making love to a woman went, after all.
But this wasn’t just any woman he was about to sleep with.
The chink-chink of his car keys bouncing in his hand sounded loud in the still night air. He tensed as he heard Mel’s footsteps approaching from inside the house.
Don’t blow this. Okay? Just…don’t. Take it slow, let her take the lead, take all your cues from her.
The door opened, revealing Mel in the golden glow of the hall light.
“Sorry. I dropped my keys on the back porch and do you think I could find them? Turned out they fell inside one of my gum boots. What are the odds?”
She was nervous, possibly even more nervous than he was, and suddenly all of his own uncertainty took a backseat. Before she could say another word, he stepped forward and kissed her. There was a fraction of a moment’s hesitation, and then she was kissing him back, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
She tasted like chocolate and red wine and he went from being partially to painfully erect in no second flat.
So much for taking it easy.
He kicked the door shut before backing her against the wall. Holding her there with his body, he slid his hands inside her coat. He skimmed one hand down her rib cage to her hip, savoring the voluptuous curve, before sliding it onto her backside. His other hand cupped the fullness of her left breast. She made a small, wordless approving noise as he teased her nipple, her hips flexing against his.
They rocked their hips together as her nipple peaked beneath his hand, hard and eager. Impatient to touch her properly, he pulled the crossover bodice of her dress below her breast and tugged her bra cup down. Warm, silken skin filled his palm and he groaned into her mouth.
She felt so good. Hot and smooth and soft and firm…
He broke their kiss. Desperate to see her, he glanced down. Her breast was pale in his hand, the nipple rosy pink, the deep burgundy of her bra framing the whole.
“Mel,” he whispered brokenly, lifting worshipful eyes to her face.
She was beautiful, and so sexy he could barely breathe.
She fisted her hand in his jacket, pulling him close. She kissed him, hard and hot and fast.
“Bedroom,” she said, when they came up for air again.
“Great idea.”
She strode ahead of him, already shrugging out of her coat. He followed suit, dropping his jacket in the hallway, his scarf in the doorway, kicking his shoes off as he entered her bedroom.
She flicked on a bedside light and reached for the side tie on her dress. One deft tug and it came free. He’d started pulling his sweater over his head but he froze as her dress fell open, revealing her body in all its glory. Those breasts, those hips, those legs…
Her panties matched her bra, her stockings were stay-ups with lacy tops and her knee-high boots tipped him firmly over into fantasy territory.
Any pretense at self-control went out the window as he moved toward her. They fell onto the bed together, him on top, her legs spreading to accept his body into the cradle of her thighs. He kissed her neck and her chest, then dragged her bra cup down with his teeth and pulled a nipple into his mouth. She gasped and arched into him, her hands sliding down to grip his backside. Lifting her hips, she ground herself against his erection in a sinuous, knowing rhythm.
He slid his free hand onto her stomach, feeling the excited, expectant jump of her belly muscles beneath his fingers as he began to move south. His fingers found the edge of her panties and he traced the lace with his forefinger. Back and forth, back and forth, all the while sucking on her nipple, biting it, soothing it, loving the way she trembled and breathed and shook beneath him.