VALOROUS (A Quantum Novel)(55)

I’m carried away on a sea of sensation. His words, kisses and gentle caresses start a new drumbeat of desire that lives between my legs. I want him there, but he’s still in no particular rush.

“So hot and so sexy. My wife is beautiful. Every guy in the world will be envious of the woman I get to sleep with every night.” His lips find a spot on the back of my knee that makes me moan. “They’ll look at you, and they’ll wish they were half as lucky as I am.” My legs end up propped on his broad shoulders. His hands are flat against my inner thighs, and his head is bent above me. “I’ve never tasted a sweeter *,” he whispers before he dips his head and opens me to his tongue. In keeping with the slow, undemanding theme, he drives me to the edge of insanity by kissing me everywhere but where I need him most.

I grasp a handful of his hair to direct him, but he resists.

He laughs. “Are you trying to take over my show?”

“Just trying to move it along.”

“Is this what you want?” He sucks my clit into his mouth and runs his tongue back and forth as he eases his fingers inside me. The combination triggers an orgasm that rolls through me in slow waves, one right after the other, until Flynn brings me down slowly, carefully.

I reach for him. I need him to hold me, and he understands. He reaches for another condom before he comes to me, kissing me with lips that taste like me but feel like him. He’s more insistent now, his tongue demanding entry as he settles between my legs, his erection pulsing against me.

With my hands on his back, I arch my hips, asking him to take me away, to make me his. He’s still kissing me when he begins to enter me, slowly and with far more patience than I have after this slow seduction.

“Easy, baby,” he whispers. “Nice and easy.”

It will be, I realize, a very long time before I see fast or frantic Flynn again, and that saddens me profoundly. I love him that way, but I love him this way, too.

He pushes into me in slow increments, watching me intently for any signs of distress. “You feel so good, sweetheart. So hot and tight and wet.” He throws his head back. “Ah, God, you just got wetter. I love that.”

“I love when you talk to me when we do this.”

“Do you love when I talk dirty to you?”

“I love it all.”

His hips pivot, and he’s finally fully seated inside me, throbbing and hot as my body adapts to his size.

“Are all men as big as you are? Down there?”

“Fuck,” he growls, and I swear he gets even bigger. “You know how to make a guy feel good, baby.”

“You know how to make me feel good.”

“Does it feel good?”

“It feels amazing. And tight. Very, very tight.”

“We’re a perfect fit.” He pulls back ever so slightly before pressing forward again. “I’m right on the edge. Is it okay if I move a little?”

“Please move.”

“I want you to keep your eyes open and on me, okay?”

I bite my lip and nod. My inner thighs are trembling from the pressure of keeping my legs so far apart.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Fluff.”

The dog lets out an indignant snort and begins to snore again.

Flynn smiles down at me. “I’m surprised she’s allowing such scandalous behavior in her bed.”

I’m on the verge of a witty reply when he begins to move faster. He’s propped up on his hands, watching me carefully as his hips pivot with increasingly urgent movements in and out of me. It feels so good. My eyes want to close, but I keep them open and fixed on him so there can be no chance of panic.

I move with him, picking up his rhythm and experiencing a profound sense of belonging to him.

“I’m going to look away, sweetheart. You stop me if you don’t feel right. Okay?”

“Okay,” I say on a long exhale.

His right hand holds him up while he bends to capture my right nipple in his mouth, and his left hand reaches down to where we’re joined, touching me exactly where I need him. I’m hovering at the edge of release when his teeth tighten on my nipple and he pinches my clit, triggering my orgasm and his.

“Ah, God,” he says when he comes down on top of me, capturing my lips in a deep kiss.

He kisses between my breasts, his forehead resting against my chest.

I comb my fingers through sweat-dampened hair, massaging his scalp, which makes him sigh with what sounds like contentment. I hope it is.

I’m going to make him happy. No matter what I have to do, I will make him happy. Despite my determination, a niggle of doubt begins to take hold. What if I can’t do it? What if I just can’t be what he needs?





Chapter 13





Her panic attack has left me totally undone. I don’t want to be afraid to touch her, but I am. I’m terrified of doing something to bring that fear back to her eyes. If I never see that again, it will be too soon. It’s like navigating a minefield, not knowing what will set off the panic.

Her fear was loud and scary. Mine was silent but no less terrifying.

The most pervasive thought in my head is thank God I didn’t give in to the guilt and tell her about the club. That would’ve been a fatal error. She never would’ve married me if she knew about that.