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He moans. “Yeah, I do, and then we’re getting out of here.”

“I’m with you, love.”

“Yes, you certainly are.”





Chapter 16





I love watching him do the interviews. With his Actor statues in hand, he’s all the things I love best about him—humble, charming, funny and sincere. The reporters ask the same question over and over: How does he feel about being the front-runner for the Oscar? It’s exciting, he says, but a lot of things in his life are exciting these days. The last reporter wants to know how he’s enjoying married life.

“It’s spectacular,” he says with a smile for me. “And about to be more so if you’re done with me.”

“Far be it from us to keep the newlyweds apart any longer,” the giddy female reporter says. “Congratulations again, Flynn. Camouflage was amazing. You deserve all the acclaim and awards.”

“Thanks very much.” He comes to claim me. “Let’s get the f*ck outta here.”

We follow the security detail to the limo, which they have standing by, ready to whisk us away.

“Are people going to be mad if you don’t go to the parties?”

“I don’t care if they are.” The second we’re settled in the car, he puts his arm around me and draws me to him, his eyes glittering with happiness and intent. “Kiss me, sweetheart, before I die from wanting you to.”

What else can I do when he puts it that way? I reach for him and bring him to me, laying my lips over his and breathing in his endlessly appealing scent. It always makes me want to burrow into his neck. For the longest time, we don’t do anything more than kiss, lips pressed against lips, sharing the same air. The sheer intimacy of the moment hits me like an arrow to my heart. This man who could have any woman in the world has chosen to spend the rest of his life with me.

He frames my face in his big hands and pulls back to study me. “How can you be so beautiful and all mine?”

“I was just wondering the same thing about you.” I curl my hand around his wrist. “I really loved what you said up there. Fluff will be pleased when she hears about it, too. It was very sweet of you to include her.”

“You know I meant what I said about how close we came to never meeting. If she hadn’t broken free, if you hadn’t chased her… It makes me ache to think about what we could’ve missed.”

He kisses me again, his mouth sliding over mine, his tongue coaxing its way in. His hand slides up my leg, pushing up my skirt as he drags his fingertips over my inner thigh and beyond. Breaking the kiss, he says, “Take off your panties. I want to taste you. Right now.”

“Flynn…” I glance at the closed partition that seals us off from the driver. “Not here. We’ll be home soon.”

“Right here. Right now.” He tugs on my panties to make his point.

The thought of doing that now, here, makes my heart beat fast and my palms sweaty, not to mention the flood of heat between my legs. “Flynn…”

“Shhh.” The panties come down my legs and get stuffed into the pocket of his suit coat. He kneels on the floor in front of me. Then I’m on my back, my skirt hiked up to my waist and my legs propped open on his shoulders. God, is this really my life now? As he parts me and licks me from front to back before dipping inside me, I realize I was only half-alive before I met him and found out how much more was possible.

Speaking of more, he slides his fingers into me. He moans against my most sensitive flesh. “Fuck, I love how you taste, Nat. I’ll never get enough of you.” The stubble on his jaw rubs against me, the sting only adding to the assault on my senses. Every one of them is engaged as he licks and sucks and strokes me to a screaming orgasm. As I come back down from the incredible high, I remember where we are.

“Ah, the driver…”

“Won’t hear a thing. I told him to turn up the music.”

He keeps going, as if he didn’t just make me come harder than I ever have before. “I want another one.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, baby.” He sets out to prove me wrong, and makes me scream all over again as I grasp a handful of his hair and hold on for dear life.

I’m desperately trying to get air into my starved lungs when I feel him press against me. “Has it been seven days yet?” he asks, sounding as desperate as I feel.