VALOROUS (A Quantum Novel)(79)

I’m still recovering when he lifts me right off the counter and carries me to the bed I haven’t made yet.

“I want to do something new,” he says, looking down at me. “Is that okay?”

“Yes.” I’m onboard for anything he wants right about now.

He helps me remove the robe and pulls off the rest of his clothes. “Turn over on your belly.”

I experience a twinge of apprehension but do as he asks because I’m dying of curiosity.

“I won’t be able to see your face in this position, so I’m counting on you to remember your safe word, okay?”

I read about safe words this morning, and how they’re an essential element of the BDSM lifestyle. Does his use of that term indicate that he’s familiar with the lifestyle?

“Nat?”

“I remember.”

He puts a couple of pillows under my hips, which leaves my bottom on full display. Before I can be embarrassed, his hands are coasting over my cheeks, squeezing and spreading them. “You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. I can’t get enough of it.” Then his tongue is between my legs, and he leaves nothing untouched. I’m shocked and aroused by how much I like everything he’s doing. Until him, until us, I didn’t even know people did these things to each other. He has me on the verge of another orgasm within minutes, but then he pulls away, leaving me bereft.

“Flynn!”

“Hang on, sweetheart.” He takes hold of my hips and gently pulls me back toward him, pushing into me and triggering the release he had started with his talented tongue. “Is this okay?”

I can’t believe he expects me to talk right now. “Mmm.”

“I need words, Nat.”

“Yes! Don’t stop!”

“Those are good words.”

I feel like I’m being split in two—in a good way—as he pounds into me, deeper than he’s been before. It’s already the best thing I’ve ever felt, and then he makes it better by tweaking my nipples.

“Ahh, f*ck, yes…” His hoarse whisper raises goose bumps on my back. “Do that again.”

I tighten my internal muscles, drawing another long groan from him.

“Tell me you’re okay.”

“So okay. Don’t stop.”

He picks up the pace, his fingers digging into my hips and then one of them is sliding through the dampness between my legs and teasing my back entrance.

Dear God… He’s done this before, and I loved it, and this time is no different. I never would’ve imagined I’d like that.

“Still okay?”

“Mmm. Do it, Flynn.”

Growling, he drives his finger into my ass, and I come immediately.

“Holy Christ,” he whispers before he surges into me one more time, filling me with the heat of his release. “Nat… God, I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

He withdraws from me slowly, carefully, and then removes the pillows that are propping me up. Kissing my shoulder, he says, “I’ll be right back.”

I hear water running in the bathroom before he returns with a towel that he uses to clean me up. Then he crawls back into bed with me, molding his body to my back. His hand comes around to land between my breasts. “So good, baby. So, so good.”

“Mmm, sure is.” I want to tell him about Hayden’s room upstairs and ask him the million questions I have, but he’s sexed me into a stupor. “If that’s what happens after a few hours apart, what’s going to happen when we’re apart for weeks at a time?”

“We are not going to be apart for weeks at a time.”

“We will be at some point.”

“No, we won’t.”

“Flynn, you’re not being realistic.”

“Yes, I am. I want to be wherever you are, and I want you wherever I am.”

“So what does that mean for my job in New York?”

“If you want to go back, I’ll go with you.”

“Your life is here.”

“My life is wherever you are.”

“What about when you have to go on location to film?”

“I’ll set up my schedule so I only film in the summer so you can go with me.”

I turn over to face him, my hand flat against his chest. “You’re talking crazy now.”

“No, I’m not. At this point in my career, I can do whatever I want to. I don’t need to shoot three films a year anymore. One is plenty, and I can do it in the summer so you can teach.”

“What’ll you do the rest of the time?”

“Produce other projects. Maybe check out the theater. There’s lots I can do from New York.”

“You’d be bored out of your mind.”

He nuzzles my neck and sets off another attack of goose bumps. “Not if I have you in my bed every night. I could never be bored.”

My cell phone rings, and I reach for it on the table. The display shows a 212 number I don’t recognize. “This could be it.”

“Take the call, sweetheart. Do whatever you want to. We’ll make it work.”

I draw in a deep breath and accept the call. “This is Natalie.”

“Natalie, this is James Poole, chairman of the board at the Emerson School in New York.”