9. Daphne
Chapter Nine
DAPHNE
Flynn’s words echoed in my mind. You’re not sleeping on the fucking floor, princess.
Since the discovery that only one room was available for us to share at this rather utilitarian lodge, my mind had been frantically trying to come up with a way to deal with the situation. My brain was like a hamster on a wheel, spinning and spinning and spinning with nowhere to go.
Now, it was the middle of the night, and I’d awoken to that barrier of pillows completely obliterated. I couldn’t even blame Flynn. I must’ve kicked them out of the way and was now latched on to him like he was my personal teddy bear.
He was warm and hard all over. After weeks of practically salivating and wondering just what his body looked like underneath his clothes, I was now currently plastered against it. Although I couldn’t see it, I most assuredly could feel it.
His arm was wrapped around my back, his big palm curled over my bottom with his fingers almost brushing between my thighs. My hand rested over one of his pecs, and before I could even stop myself, my fingers went exploring. Because I couldn’t help my curiosity.
Oh hell, who was I kidding? In this quiet darkness with the wind rushing at the house in gusts, I felt as if my heart was beating in tune with the storm outside. I wanted Flynn. Life and its messiness had convinced me I might never experience desire again, so the headiness of wanting him was intense.
I hadn’t laid a hand on Flynn until now. Like light suddenly flooding a darkened room when a shade was opened, my desire rushed in where I’d thought I’d lost all capacity for it. My cheeks were so hot I knew my face would be bright pink if anyone could see me. The thaw had begun inside me the very day I’d met Flynn. For more than one night, I’d brought myself to climax with my fingers while imagining him.
Those same fingers traced over his chest and shoulders before mapping lower. Oh wow. He had a true six-pack. I could count the hard ridges with my fingers.
I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of his voice, like rough velvet in the night. “What are you doing, Daphne?”
Flynn didn’t move or say anything else, but I could feel his body’s shift to being awake. A subtle tension thrummed through him, and his heart thudded against his ribs. I had no doubt he could feel my heart beating wildly against his side.
“I don’t know,” I lied.
Even though the polite and proper voice in my mind was screaming at me, I didn’t move. It felt as if an electric current was circulating between Flynn and me. Sparks skittered over the surface of my skin, and liquid need slid through my veins. The air was abruptly in short supply in the room. I could hardly get more than a shallow sip in my lungs.
I expected Flynn to notice his hand was cupping my bottom and shove me away. The man had been nothing but distant and cranky with me. At his best, I got something akin to a smile.
“So much for your pillow barrier,” he murmured.
An almost hysterical laugh bubbled up in my throat. I tried to keep it from escaping, but a little bit slipped out. Flynn surprised me when I felt the rumble of a laugh in his chest under my palm—because, yeah, my hand was still on his chest. His chest was incredible—his skin warm and sleek with a dusting of hair. All hard planes that I wanted to explore with my hands and my tongue, if I was being completely honest.
“Wow, princess, you laughed.”
For the first time ever, the nickname he called me didn’t irritate me. I laughed again. I finally dared a glance at him, resting my chin on my hand over his chest.
Some kind of fluorescent night-light glowed in the corner of the room. He’d attempted to turn it off last night, but apparently, it was impossible to turn off. That little silvery stretch of light from the corner cast his face mostly in shadow, but I could see his eyes. They locked on mine the moment I looked toward him. I didn’t know what to think of any of this.
I was aroused beyond belief. I could feel the slick heat of it at the apex of my thighs. I knew the moment I looked into Flynn’s gaze that he was aroused too. His eyes searched mine. Although the room was quiet, the storm raged outside, coming at the roof in a rhythmic give and take. Rain struck sharply against the window beside the bed.
Blood rushed through my ears with every beat of my heart. I could feel Flynn’s answering heartbeat thudding hard and fast. I could also feel the edge of his hard, hot cock barely brushing my knee where it rested over his hip. Because I had truly plastered myself to his side, practically climbing him in my sleep.
“Tell me what you want, princess.”
Flynn’s voice came out husky and thick, and his words shocked me. While I may not have understood why I wanted him so fiercely, I knew it down to my bones. Every cell in my body was attuned to him.
With the force of my desire humming through me, in the darkness of this room in a place I’d never been, with a storm cascading outside around us, my usual barriers fell away. I spoke the plain truth. “You.”
I felt the leap of Flynn’s heart against my palm when I spoke that single word. As his eyes searched mine in that thin, silvery light, I braced myself. What he said next surprised me. “Okay.” He said it easily, his tone relaxed and nothing like the usually curt way he spoke to me. “That works because I want you too.”
A little thrill raced through me at his blunt, direct statement. Surprising myself once again, I shimmied closer and dropped a kiss right at the little divot at the base of his throat. I wanted to taste him, so I did.
After that, I dropped another kiss on the side of his neck, and my tongue darted out this time. He smelled woodsy and crisp with the fresh scent of soap clinging to him from the shower I knew he’d taken earlier.
Need pierced me so sharply when he let out a rough growl that I could hardly bear it. His hand gave my bottom a squeeze and then swept up my back in a rough, heated pass. His fingers slid through my hair as he cupped the nape of my neck and drew me closer to him. I didn’t mind one bit that he pulled me over his body, and my knees fell to the sides so I was straddling him.
I hadn’t planned it that way, but I could feel the tease of his cock through his boxers, just barely grazing between my thighs. I let out an inelegant moan.
Flynn’s low chuckle sent my belly into spinning flips, and I saw the flash of his smile in the darkness.
Just before his lips met mine, he spoke, “Don’t get bossy, princess. I’m in charge.”
When I opened my mouth to argue the point, my words were lost because he fit his mouth to mine. He tugged me closer and swept his tongue inside in one deep stroke.
I was waaaay out of practice with kissing, with anything even remotely related to flirting, romance, or sex. That said, I was instantly confident Flynn was the best kisser in the entire universe.
I melted into him with every stroke of his tongue against mine. He angled my head to the side and kissed me so masterfully I was pretty sure I was going to go up into flames. I wouldn’t even care. I wanted to dive into this fire and burn to ash if only Flynn kept on kissing me.
His tongue stroked mine almost lazily. He was in no hurry at all. He alternated those deep, overpowering kisses with drawing back to drop hot kisses on the corners of my lips, to nip lightly on my bottom lip, and to murmur all kinds of indecipherable things. I couldn’t even process the words, but I knew how they felt—naughty, flirty, dirty, and somehow sweet.
I barely registered as he shifted us until I was on my back, my hair in a tangle on the pillows, and one of his hands pushing my T-shirt up. The calloused surface of his palm on my skin sent sparks flying, rising in the air and then falling over me again as I tried to catch my breath and frantically absorb every sensation.
“Mmm, princess,” he murmured against my belly, the stubble on his cheeks yet another sensation that made me feel hot and needy. I shifted my legs restlessly, my clit throbbing. I was so wet my arousal had saturated my silk panties.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He rose up on an elbow to cup one of my bare breasts. My nipple was already tight and achy, begging for his touch. He gave it to me, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, then brushing back and forth over it in a teasing touch.
I gasped, and cried out, “Flynn!”
“Right here, princess.” He teased my other breast as my hips rocked against his thigh where it rested between my knees. “Open your eyes.”
I dragged my eyelids up to find him watching me. “I want to see those gorgeous eyes when you come,” he murmured.
Oh. My. God. He was so blunt and direct, and it turned me on more than I ever could have imagined. His hand slipped over my trembling belly to cup my mound. I rocked restlessly.
“You want me,” he teased. “You really do, princess. My, oh my.”
“I already said that,” I gasped when he teased a finger lightly over the wet silk, his touch grazing over my clit and making me bite my lip to keep from crying out.
In another second, he pushed the silk out of the way, and two fingers trailed through my folds. I was slippery wet and had absolutely no shame.
“Flynn, please,” I begged between pants as he rubbed his fingers back and forth, just grazing over my swollen clit.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded, repeating his husky command.
I was nearly out of my mind with need, but I obeyed and was instantly ensnared in his gaze. He sank one finger knuckle deep inside me and then added another, the feel of it pushing me to near delirium. My vision blurred as I struggled to stay focused on him.
“You feel so good, princess,” he murmured, watching me intently as he moved his fingers in and out of my very core.
My hips rocked into every stroke as I chased my sweet release. Pressure built and built, tightening inside until I was trembling all over.
“Give it to me.” His husky command pushed me over the edge.
My eyes finally closed as my head fell back into the pillows. A rush of pleasure cascaded through me and intensified when I felt his tongue swirling around my clit as he sucked on it lightly. My climax went on and on as shudders wracked me.
By the time it was over, I’d practically forgotten who I was and where I was. I’d forgotten everything but Flynn.
My awareness came in fragments, and I felt Flynn’s light touch when his palm coasted over my belly. He pressed a kiss on the side of one breast before he pulled my T-shirt down.