Virtuous(83)

“I’m dying to kiss you.”

“I’m dying to kiss you.”

“Really?”

I roll my bottom lip between my teeth and nod.

He cups my cheek as he brings his lips down on mine. The kiss begins slowly with just the gentle glide of lips, but the fire that simmers between us erupts as it always does. His hands are everywhere as his tongue takes possession of my mouth. He shifts ever so slightly, moving me so I’m on top of him.

The position is new to me, but he knows just what to do. With his hands on my bottom, he pulls me in tight against the hard length of his erection.

I try to get closer, and he groans, a deep rumble that vibrates against my lips.

Then his hands are on my breasts, stroking and rolling my nipples. My bikini top disappears while I’m lost in the kiss.

Flynn breaks the kiss and draws my nipple into his mouth, tugging and sucking until I’m nearly delirious from the desire that has me pressing against him, trying to get closer. All I care about is being as close to him as I can get.

“Flynn…” My hands are buried in his hair, holding him to my chest as he continues to suck on my nipple.

“What, honey?”

“I want…”

“Tell me. Anything. I’ll give you anything you want.”

“More. I want more.”

“I want to touch you.” His hand moves from my bottom to the front, pressing between my legs. “Here.”

“Yes. Yes.”

He tugs on the bow that holds my bikini bottoms together, and the fabric drops away, leaving me bared to him. “You’re a goddess, Natalie. A f*cking goddess.” His fingers slide into the dampness between my legs, and he knows exactly where I need him to touch me. I feel like I’m going to break into a million pieces.

“Natalie… I want to put my fingers inside you. Can I do that?”

“Yes.” I love that he asked first, that he’s careful with me. It shows me how much he cares.

His fingers slide inside me, and I want to scream from the pleasure that seizes me. Then he curls them and pushes on a spot I didn’t know existed. I detonate, nearly pulling the hair from his head as I come hard. I float down from the incredible high to realize he’s trembling and his fingers are still buried deep inside me.

“Flynn…” I lick lips that have gone dry. Flattening my hands against his chest, I feel his heart pounding. His eyes are closed, and his jaw is doing that pulsating thing it does when he’s trying to control himself. “You’re making me forget all about my vows to never do any of this until I’m married.”

“You’re making me think about Vegas.”

“Vegas?” I have no idea what he means. “What about it?”

“Wedding chapels. They have a lot of them there.”

How is it possible to laugh when I’m lying naked in the arms of a man—willingly—for the first time in my life, with his fingers still inside me?

“Natalie…” His eyes are still closed. “I want you so badly. I know it’s happened so fast and I need to be careful with you.”

“You have been.” I kiss him, and his eyes open to meet my gaze.

“I’m afraid I’m going ask for more than you want to give and scare you in some way. You push every button I have.”

“I’m being terribly unfair to you.”

He withdraws his fingers, making me gasp from the pleasure of his touch, and then shocks me when he brings them to his mouth to lick them clean. I’ve never witnessed anything so sensual or earthy. “No, you’re not. You’re teaching me that waiting for what I want builds character. You’re showing me that anything worth having is worth waiting for. And you’re showing me that it’s possible to care for someone else more than I do for myself.”

His words touch me profoundly. “Flynn… I care just as much for you. I hope you know how badly I want what you want.”

An odd look crosses his face, but it’s gone as quickly as it came. “We should get cleaned up for dinner.” He helps me back into my suit, his fingers skimming over my skin repeatedly until I’m covered with goose bumps.

We walk inside together, and he starts the shower for me, but he doesn’t join me this time. While I wash and condition my hair, I think about what happened just now and how it felt to be held and touched by him. There were no demons, no fears or worries. There had only been pleasure unlike anything I could’ve imagined before him.