Chapter 19
Flynn had never in her life just lay in bed with a guy and cuddled and talked. But with Marcus, that was exactly what they did for hours.
Maybe it was self-preservation on his part, but he didn’t kiss her. Probably because Flynn knew exactly where that would lead in less time than it took her to rock a quarter mile.
But she didn’t care. Talking and cuddling until the sky turned light purple was perfect.
“Shit, you’d better sleep. It’ll be dawn soon.”
“I’m used to staying up all night,” Flynn said through a yawn.
“Come here,” he replied as he rolled her and pulled her back against his front.
Marcus had stripped his shirt off and changed into gym shorts before they climbed in bed. Flynn had been hard-pressed to keep her hands off his chiseled physique, and he’d shocked her with his ink.
He had a chest piece and sleeves on both arms. How she had never known what was hiding under those collared shirts, Flynn had no idea.
His skin heated hers through the worn cotton of his T-shirt she was wearing. The only thing she was wearing since panties would’ve left a line under her dress.
“Are you sure this is a good idea? You’ve got rules, remember?”
“And self-control,” he said against her neck. “I’m not a kid.”
“And I’m totally naked under this shirt.”
His breath tickled the hair by her ear. “Seriously?”
“Yep.”
She didn’t know if it was on purpose or purely a reaction, but his hips pressed into her ass, and he was thick and hard.
She couldn’t help the moan that slipped out.
“Then I know what’ll get you to sleep.”
His words unleashed a torrent of moisture between her legs, and she pressed back into the massive bulge.
“I thought we weren’t—”
“We aren’t,” Marcus said as his hand slid up her leg and under the hem of his T-shirt. “Doesn’t mean you can’t come before you sleep.”
It sounded like the best idea Flynn had ever heard.
The arm that was beneath her came up to cup her breast, and his palm ghosted over her hard nipple.
“Are you sure?” she whispered.
“Let me make you go a little crazy, baby.”
He was too good to be true. He called himself a bossy Latin man, and she wanted more of it.
As his big hand covered her naked mound beneath the T-shirt, brushing over her wet slit, they both moaned.
“Fuck, you’re wet.”
“I can’t help it.” Her hips pressed back against his hard-on.
“Thank God.”
His finger skimmed down the slickness, and Flynn was already on the edge.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please what?” he said with his lips against her ear.
“Touch me.”
“I am.” He cupped her and pulled her hard back against him.
“Please,” she moaned.
His fingers slid between her lips, stroked across her clit, and Flynn lost it. Her body pulsated as he worked magic with his fingers. She pressed her mouth against the pillow beneath her to keep quiet as she let go completely.
The orgasm slammed into her, and she rode the waves of shimmering pleasure for what felt like eternity.
When his hand stilled and her body went limp, Flynn’s limbs turned heavy.
Her heart hammered against her chest as she heaved in breath after breath.
Marcus held her until her eyelids slipped shut, the heat of his body lulling her to sleep.
Marcus heard her soft, even breathing and realized that Flynn was out. He marveled at the beauty in his arms. She’d taken almost nothing to get there. She’d gone off like a rocket, and then … out.
He smiled against her neck and carefully readjusted so he didn’t wake her.
The fact that he’d managed not to break his rule was a miracle. This woman was the best surprise of his life to date.
He had never met anyone like her. She was more than a breath of fresh air. She was like pure oxygen when he didn’t realize he’d forgotten how to breathe.
He wanted to move fast, but take it slow.
He wanted to make her his, but not scare her with the intensity of everything he wanted from her.
He was ready to settle down, and it had been exactly a day.
Part of him felt like he had to be insane.
He should think he was crazy to be thinking the things he was thinking while she slept in his arms. But he never wanted to let her go.
He never wanted to let her out of his bed, let alone his sight.
Everything about her made him want to do this for the rest of his life.
No delays, substitutes, or ideas to the contrary were welcome.
Marcus knew he needed to chill the fuck out. He had to.
He started counting backward from one hundred, wishing he could drop off to sleep as quickly as she had. Instead, he counted her breaths, and eventually, he drifted off.