“God, Flynn! Oh God oh God oh God . . .” And then she was coming apart around me, her fingers clutching me to her as her sex spasmed.
I pulled back and stood up, shedding my shirt and pants as fast as I could. My cock was aching with the need to be inside her.
“Do I need a condom?” I ground out the words as I hovered over her.
Ali shook her head. “I’ve been on the pill since I had Bridget. I’m fine. If you are.”
“Oh, thank God. I’m clean, I promise. I’ve been checked out. I brought some, but I left them in the car. Don’t think I could wait that long.” I looked down at her, disheveled and flushed, her lips swollen and red. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen, and I loved her more than I loved my own life.
“Ali, take off your dress.” I’d been crazy to get inside her, and I still was, but more than that, I wanted to savor this moment. I helped her lean up and pulled the cotton material over her head. As I tossed it to the side, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, releasing her tits. Oh, my God, Ali’s tits. I palmed them, letting my thumbs rub over her nipples before I lowered my mouth to take one between my lips. I sucked, hard, the way I remembered she liked, and I was rewarded with a moan.
Her hands wandered down, seeking, until she had her fingers around my cock. For a moment, she explored me, circling one finger around the head and then gripped the base. She stroked me, driving me back into a frenzy.
“I can’t wait.” I growled into her ear. “Next time, slow. This time, now. Fast. Hard.”
“Yes.” She guided me to her entrance and arched her hips as I drove into her. “Faster. Harder.”
“God, babe, you’re so tight. So fucking perfect.” I plunged harder, feeling the build of an orgasm that I’d been working up to for weeks.
Ali cried out my name, her nails digging into my arms as she came. Her channel clenched around me, pushing me over the edge into my own insanity. I ground out her name as I came deep within her.
It took a few minutes before I could manage regular breathing again. I rolled onto my back, and Ali curled her body against me. She reached to the foot of the bed and pulled a light blanket over us.
I stroked her hair, lost in the quiet of a moment I thought I’d never experience again. My heart was still thumping against my rib cage.
“Flynn.” Ali spoke into the silence. “I love you. I’m still scared. But I love you. I never stopped. And I never will.”
“Don’t be scared. Or if you have to be scared, we’ll be scared together. Okay?”
She smiled. “That works.”
I closed my eyes, listening to the sound of Ali’s breathing. I let my hands wander over her skin, reveling in the softness.
Ali traced one finger over my chest, touching one side. “What’s this?” She sounded curious, and I grinned.
“Are you checking out my ink, babe?” I covered her hand with mine, squeezing before I let her go.
“Have you had it long?” She rested her chin on my chest, and her hair tickled my stomach.
“About five years, I guess. I spent three months in Jerusalem on assignment, and it really affected me. There’s so much beauty, and so much history, but so much hate, too. Violence.”
“What does it mean? The last word is peace, I know, but what are the other two?”
I turned my head to suck her earlobe into my mouth. “They all say peace. The top is in Hebrew, the middle is Arabic, and then as you said, the bottom is English. It’s a trilingual wordmark.”
“Very cool.” She shivered when I darted out my tongue to tickle her ear again. “You’ve been all over the world. Just like you always wanted.”
“How do you know?”
The ghost of a smile flitted over her lips. “I followed you via the internet. It was like rubbing salt in a wound sometimes, but I got to see where you were.”
“I’ve been very lucky. But you want to know a secret?” I threaded my fingers through her hair and twisted the heavy length around my hand.
“Of course. I want to know all your secrets.” She smirked.
“And so you shall.” I put on a deep, accented voice. “But this one first. I did travel the world. But you did, too.”
Her brow wrinkled. “What do you mean?”
