Covered In Lace

chapter NINETEEN

“Four weeks until the tour ends, right?” Flynn asked. “And then you'll come home?”

Lacey snuggled against his chest, naked, and hummed like a contented cat. Her heart still raced from her last orgasm. A thin layer of perspiration made her skin glisten in the dim lighting of the penthouse bedroom suite inside Trump Tower.

“Four short weeks,” she sighed. “You'll be well on your way through physical therapy and we can start planning the wedding.”

He kissed her forehead, loving the attention her fingers were giving to his chest and stomach.

“You were so good tonight,” he said. “I'm really proud.”

Lacey propped herself up on an elbow and studied his expression. “The best part of the show was this,” she said, holding up her hand with the new diamond ring.

She watched the smile fade from his face and concern furrow his brow.

“What's on your mind, Flynn?” she asked.

“I really want a life with you,” he said. “More than I could possibly explain.”

“But what?” she asked. “Are you having second thoughts about proposing?”

He shook his head. “Not one bit.”

“Then what is it?”

Flynn drew in a long breath and regarded her for a moment. His fingers curled around her chin. “I still worry you won't be satisfied staying at home with me,” he said softly. “And soon enough, your need to be on the road will drag you away and from me.”

She touched his face with her fingers. “You'll never lose me,” she said, kissing him and smiling when he moaned. “I may not be able to promise never to tour again, but I can promise the tours will be short in length and few and far between. I'm ready for this...semi-retirement thing,” she said with a gentle laugh. “I want the marriage and a home with you and some babies in it. Jesus! I hope there's a few babies! Maybe a rough-and-tumble boy like you.”

“Or a future rocker-chick like you?” he teased.

“I'd be okay with that,” Lacey said. “My life's been pretty good – especially since meeting you.”

“And getting shot at by a psycho stalker was part of the good?” he asked.

Lacey settled against his shoulder again. The memory of being held hostage by Earl Fisher and watching a bullet from Earl's gun tear into Flynn's body made her shiver. The thought of how close she came to losing him made her throat constrict and go dry.

“He doesn't deserve to be remembered,” she said quietly. “Please, never say his name again.”

“Forgetting him doesn't make what he did go away,” Flynn said.

“I know, and I'll never leave your side without a security detail again,” Lacey's arm drew him closer to her. “I won't risk losing you again.”

“Or me losing you,” he pointed out.

Flynn rolled his head and brushed his lips with hers, then covered her mouth, drawing her tongue into his mouth and sucking gently. Lacey rubbed against him, loving the way he was seducing her. Finally he broke the kiss and looked at her; emotion had moistened his eyes.

“No more birth control pills for you,” he sighed. “And I'm ditching the condoms, for good.”

“I like the sound of that,” Lacey said.

He leaned in and placed another delicious kiss on her mouth that stole her breath. Lacey draped a leg over his lap and straddled him, ever so careful not to rub against the heavy bandage on his thigh.

“Again?” he asked.

“Again and again...and again,” she sighed, and pushed his new erection inside; feeling the stretch and ache of him sweep her away. The pleasure made her tremble. “Until I'm too old to do it.”

“We'll never be too old for this, baby,” he said.

Lacey laid down, pressing her breasts to his chest. His hands cupped her ass and rocked her against him.

“Does this hurt your leg?” she asked.

Flynn raised one eye brow, contemplating her question. “I can't feel my leg because all the blood has rushed to my cock,” he said.

Lacey laughed, then took his wrists; sliding his arms above his head. She thought about tying him to the bed, but the headboard was one solid piece of wood. She searched the bed for a means of restraint and spotted the new plum colored satin and lace nightie she had purchased a week earlier to tease him with. The garment was partially hidden beneath a bed pillow.

She toyed with the lacy fabric and smiled, remembering how eager Flynn had been earlier to peel it off her. She picked it up and dragged it across Flynn's face and thought about using it to tie his wrists together, then heard him inhaling the scent of the garment.

“Isn't this the hottest thing you've ever seen on me?” she asked, raking the lace over his chest and throat.

“Not by a long shot,” he said.

Lacey tipped her head. “What do you mean?”

Flynn took her left hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed and nipped at her knuckles.

“The sexiest thing I've seen you wear...is my ring,” he said, his voice a velvety whisper.

Lacey twirled the nightie lower over his navel. The rough catch of the lace on his body hair made his cock twitch inside her.

“You like that, don't you?” she asked, leaning in close to his mouth, her hips gently rocking in his lap.

“Nothing else compares,” he said. He kissed her again, as Lacey's hips began to rotate. “I want to be covered head-to-toe with nothing but you, Lace. Forever.”