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Bending at the waist, he threw her over his shoulder and started up the stairs. Her laughter warmed every part of him and chased away the chill from the wet, rainy night. He set her on her feet at the door of his bedroom.
Then he kissed her, skimming one hand under her shirt and tracing his fingertips over her bare belly. Her breaths shortened as he kissed and tongued her neck. He moved his hand higher, higher still until he reached her nipple, thumbing the tender bud. When she gasped, he caught it with his mouth, their tongues battling as he drank in her flavor. He used his other hand to cradle the back of her head as he walked her toward the bed.
He took off her shirt and soaked in the sight of her gorgeous breasts before lowering his mouth to sample each one. And when her fingernails raked over his scalp, his jeans grew uncomfortably tight.
“I don’t remember what came next in the book,” he murmured in between kisses.
“You’re doing great.”
He smiled against her skin, and her belly contracted with her laughter. Rising to capture her lips with his, he stole a kiss before undressing her further and pushing her to her back.
He liked her like this, naked and sighing his name. With Sabrina he lived in the present rather than in the future—where work trials awaited—or in the past—where the people he loved the most had betrayed him.
There was only the feel of her heated mouth on his neck, and the way they moved together.
She was the perfect distraction, but a part of him insisted that she was much more than that. A part he ignored since he couldn’t imagine a scenario where they could live happily ever after. No one did. Of that he was certain.
He cast aside the thoughts as he thrust into her, making love to her in the lazy rhythm he set, and doing his level best to match the fantasy that’d been brewing in her head.
“Hmm.” Her limbs vibrated pleasantly from her last powerful orgasm, one that’d had her shouting Flynn’s name as she clutched his shoulders and ran stripes down his back.
She smoothed her fingers over the raised skin on his back and winced. “Sorry for the scratches.”
“No.” He lifted his head from where it’d been resting on her chest—he’d worked hard—and speared her with an intense blue-flamed glare. “Never apologize for sex injuries. Those are bragging rights.”
Her cheeks paled.
“Not that I’d brag.” He gently slipped free of her body and climbed out of bed. “I don’t kiss and tell, Douglas,” he called over his shoulder as he padded to the bathroom.
When he stepped back into his bedroom she admired the full view of him naked. The rounded shoulders, muscled limbs, narrow waist and hips. He truly was a work of art.
“Are we going to tell?” she asked. “Eventually?”
His brow crimped.
“We’ll be back to work soon. Reid and Gage already assume you and I have done more than kiss. Other people will probably notice that we act differently around each other.” How could they not? She doubted she’d be able to keep a flirty smile under wraps or resist standing close to him, or touching him. “Come to think of it, HR might ask us to disclose our relationship.”
She’d been enjoying herself and their break together, but reality was creeping closer. Their relationship had changed—drastically—and while her original goal was to help Flynn remember who he used to be, she had to wonder if there was more at stake.
Sabrina needed Flynn’s friendship. He was a constant, made her day better. Made her life better. He made her feel valued. Important. She saw now how badly she’d needed his attention after being sidelined during his marriage.
If sex risked their friendship, well...that wasn’t an option.
“Let me worry about HR.” He kissed the space between her eyebrows and climbed into bed.
Veronica had warned Sabrina that this was a rebound. As much as Sabrina hated to admit it, there was a large part of her that wondered if Flynn’s ex was right.
If there was one outcome Sabrina refused to accept after their brief affair, it was losing Flynn entirely. She’d not risk their friendship for the sake of sex—no matter how much she was enjoying herself.
Under the blankets, Sabrina snuggled with Flynn and squeezed her eyes closed. He wrapped his big body around hers, an arm over her middle. She pressed one of his hands beneath her cheek—her mind spinning.
She’d never imagined Flynn being hers. He’d always seemed meant for someone else. Now she wasn’t sure if her hesitancy was a premonition or worry that’d she’d potentially ruined what they had.
She’d moved from the girl at his side to the girl he was inside, and the shift was significant. Veronica had been wrong about Sabrina envisioning her future with Flynn or imagining what their kids or wedding would look like. But Sabrina was planning some sort of future with him if she was wondering how they’d handle being around each other at work.
But why?
Because you love him, her mind accused.
