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“Behave,” he told her. “You’re distracting me.”
“From biting me?”
“From admiring your beauty.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right.”
He sobered. “Aye. Right. Look at you. You are so freaking gorgeous.”
He ran a hand over the curve of her hip and round to her backside. It was lush in his grip.
“Oh.” Abby’s face softened, her eyelids drooping.
“Stunning.”
He reached up and tugged the cup of her bra down to expose her breast. It pushed it upwards and out towards him.
“Doesn’t look droopy to me.”
“Idiot.” But it lacked any rancour.
“Mmm.” He licked around the pink areola and tightened his hold on Abby as she swayed in place.
Nipping at the taut bud, he listened to her little mewls of delight. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, biting skin, reminding him he still had his shirt on.
He let go of her hip long enough to pull his shirt over his head.
“Oh yes,” she whispered as Flynn’s head dipped back to her breast.
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Abby grasped the firm muscles of Flynn’s shoulders, using his strength to hold herself upright. Her h
ead fell forward and her breath stuttered at the erotic sight of Flynn’s lips on her breast. His eyes looked up and caught hers before he sucked hard and deep. She gasped and her knees gave way.
With a chuckle, Flynn twisted and lowered her to the bed. She felt the clasp of her bra pop.
“As much as I love this lingerie, I want it gone.”
His voice was a growl. It made her burn. She loved hearing how affected he was by what they were doing. She felt deep satisfaction knowing she wasn’t alone in being swept up into this whirlwind of need.
“We’re in this together,” he whispered, as though reading her mind.
“Yes,” she whispered back.
And then he was devouring her. His lips and tongue mastering her. His touch possessive as his hands slid over her body. She felt the rasp of his jeans against her thighs. The bite of the buttons against her stomach.
“Naked,” she demanded, but it was barely a murmur into their kiss.
His reply was to pop the buttons of his jeans. A second later he was kissing her again and the jeans were gone. Deep, desperate kisses that gave her no space to think. Her hands grasped warm muscle. His scent engulfed her senses, blocking out everything else. There was only Flynn. His weight pressing her into the bed. His power holding her in place. His touch igniting her.
His mouth was on her neck. Kissing. Biting. Sucking. His tongue soothing his harsher touch. Her hands clutched his hips as she tried to angle his body where she wanted it to be. He was too heavy, too strong to manoeuvre, and for some reason her frustration amped up her desire.
“Flynn?” Her head was back, her neck exposed for his kiss.
“What do you want? Tell me. I’ll give it to you, Abby love. Tell me.”
Her mind was spinning. Thought was hard. There was only need. Desperate, aching need that clawed at her stomach and propelled her deeper into him.
