“I told you there wasn’t a window,” he joked.
He was lounging on the far side of the bed, shirtless, and judging by the way the covers showed off the sculpted muscles just above his hips, he was pantsless as well. His hair was no longer styled but rather appeared to still be damp. A book sat in his lap, and a sexy smirk played on his lips.
I wasn’t nervous at all—regardless of the way my heart began to race.
“Well, aren’t you presumptuous. Showered and naked,” I quipped.
“I could say the same to you.” He winked. “Drop the towel, Ash,” he ordered, closing the book and setting it on his nightstand.
Mayday! Mayday! I lied. Totally nervous!
“Um . . .” I stalled, but it was only for a second.
I had wanted this with Flint since the day I’d first laid eyes on him. Nerves had stopped me the first time all of those years earlier, but I wouldn’t allow that to happen again.
So, while staring into the bright-blue eyes that had haunted me, I brazenly released the towel.
“Fucking hell.” His gaze raked over me from head to toe then back again.
I sauntered to the foot of the bed. “Sooo . . . I owe you a razor.”
I leaned down on my hands and began to prowl up toward him, but I didn’t make it very far. As soon as I got within arm’s reach, he grabbed my shoulders and dragged me on top of him. Then his mouth slammed over mine and a hand thrust into my wet hair.
“Goddammit.” He roughly tugged at the blanket between us, failing in his frenzy. Within seconds, he gave up and tossed me to the other side of the bed, tearing the blanket away before rolling to cover me with his muscular body.
I was right. Flint was very, very naked. I didn’t have a chance to fully check him out, but I felt every hard inch of him pressed against me.
“You are fucking beautiful,” he whispered against my skin as he trailed kisses down to my breasts.
“So are you,” I answered awkwardly—but it was the truth.
Flint’s body was gorgeous, and even as I looked down over his shoulder at the numerous scars that covered his back, it didn’t change that in the least.
I felt his lips tip up, but just as quickly, his tongue circled my peaked nipple.
“Shit,” I breathed, arching off the bed.
His mouth shifted, capturing my other breast and shooting sparks to my core.
“Flint, please,” I begged wantonly.
I couldn’t say exactly what I wanted him to do; I just knew I needed more.
More of his hands.
More of his mouth.
Just more Flint.
“Oh God,” I prayed when his fingers brush over my folds. My hips lifted, urging him forward.
After cascading kisses down my stomach, he settled between my legs on an elbow.
“Slow down,” he murmured.
“No. You speed up.” I threw my head back against the pillow with a groan as his hand disappeared. Well, that was until the warmth of his tongue laved over my clit. “Yes,” I hissed.
“Have you ever gotten yourself off?” he asked before licking me again, sending my head spinning.
“Yes,” I admitted on a breath.
“You think about me?” he questioned, pressing a finger inside me.
I couldn’t have uttered words if I’d tried; a nod was my only reply.
Twisting his hand, he adding another finger. A sharp sting flashed over me before it faded into overwhelming pleasure.
“I didn’t hear you, Ash. Say it out loud. Tell me how you thought about me every time you touched this tight pussy.”
His fingers deliciously twisted again, and my hands tangled in his short hair, urging his mouth down.
“I especially thought about how you would feel inside me,” I said boldly, and he rewarded me with another flick of his tongue.
“Soon. First, I want to taste you.” Without removing his fingers, he sucked my clit into his mouth.
My hands flailed, knocking everything including the lamp off his nightstand, before slamming down on the bed, fisting the sheets. The tension was building already, my muscles clenching with every swirl of his tongue, but just as I reached the highest peak before the euphoric fall, he backed away.
“No, don’t stop,” I begged, opening my eyes.
He rolled to the side, settling next to me on his back. “I need to feel you come, and not on my mouth and fingers. You aren’t the only one who has been using their imagination to get off for the last three years. I want you to come while wrapped around my cock,” he replied, his voice husky with desire.
“Stop talking,” I said even though I loved every syllable out of his dirty mouth.
Judging by the smirk that formed on his lips, he knew it too.
He began stroking his long, thick cock. “Get on top. It’ll be easier this way.”
“Easier for who?” I asked, rising to my knees, but my eyes stayed glued to his moving hand.