“Powerful. Protective. Generous. Sexy as hell.”
We laughed.
“Yeah, he is that,” Lacey agreed. “But why is he sexy as hell? His physical appearance?”
“Partly. I wouldn’t call him beautiful, though. His face is too rugged, his jaw a touch too square. But somehow, he conveys this…this…”
“Innate Flynn-ness?” Lacey supplied.
“Exactly. You can’t help but look at him, but it’s the energy, the body, the whole package. The night I first met him and I had no idea who he was or the deal he made with my brother, I wanted him, like I’d never wanted anything in my life. He made me forget everything around me, and I wanted to soak him up. That sounds weird and makes no sense, right?”
“No, it does,” she said. “You’ve got that look.”
“What look is that?”
“The love look.”
“Then I need to do a better job of hiding it.”
“Barrett?” Flynn called out.
“In here!” I answered from the direction of the bedroom. Flynn came to the doorway and stopped.
I’d lit his bedroom with dozens of candles, casting sensual shadows on the walls. I was wearing a white satin negligee, fiddling with a digital SLR on a tripod.
“What are you doing?” he asked, removing his coat and tie and throwing them across the plush chair in the corner. It was a casual gesture, almost like we lived together.
I looked at him and smiled, my hands dropping from the camera. “Lacey told me you’re getting a certain photograph framed.”
“Did she?” He sauntered toward me to take me into his arms. I went willingly.
“It’s a very personal photo, Flynn.”
“That’s why I love it. You—frozen—in a pose that is very similar to the way you look when I make you come.”
His words were like a sinful caress; they made me shiver and ache.
He glanced at the camera. “Is this a tit-for-tat situation?”
“Perhaps.” I began to unbutton his shirt, pressing my mouth to naked skin.
“Is it recording?”
“The camera does that?”
Flynn chuckled. “It does.”
“Hmm. Something to revisit. Later.”
I captured his mouth. Desire shot through my veins, dulling everything except Flynn. The smell of his skin, the taste of his lips, the feel of his hard, warm body against mine. I quickly forgot the camera as Flynn and I shed our clothing and collapsed onto the bed. My hands sank into his hair, tugging, greedy, wanting.
His mouth left mine to trail his tongue down my body. “You want me?” he asked huskily, drawing the flesh of my neck into his mouth, sucking just enough to leave a small mark.
“Yes.”
“Where?”
I grasped him, trying to pull him into me, but he wouldn’t give in. “Evil.”
