“Yeah. It feels fucking amazing.”
Hearing that pleases her, and she goes back for more, taking me in farther this time. I want to tell her what to do. I want to tell her to suck me, squeeze my balls and stroke me hard. I have to bite my tongue to keep from barking out orders when it’s far more important that she become used to me in her mouth than it is that she do this exactly the way I want it done.
Besides, it apparently doesn’t matter what she does, because she’s got me on the verge of losing it in no time at all.
“Babe.” The sight of her lush lips stretched to accommodate my dick takes me right to the brink. “Natalie.”
Not seeming to understand my urgency, she withdraws slowly, torturously.
I take hold of my cock and jerk my hips to avoid coming in her face. “Fuck.” The orgasm blasts through me with powerful intensity. I’m left panting and trembling while Natalie looks on with a look of satisfaction that might even surpass mine. “Jesus.”
“It was good?” she asks.
“Yeah.” I grunt out a laugh between deep breaths. “But good might not be a significant enough word to describe what that was.”
“Really?”
I want to hold her and touch her and kiss her everywhere. “Hand me my shirt, will you?” I use the shirt to mop up the mess I made on my stomach and chest and then toss it aside. “Come here.” Holding my arms out to her, I gather her close to me. The press of her breasts against my chest is all it takes to start my motor running all over again.
Fluff lets out a snore that makes us laugh.
“I can’t believe she didn’t try to bite my dick off when you were giving it attention.”
“I’d never let her bite you there.”
“Thank God for small favors.”
“There’s nothing small about it.”
“If I wasn’t already madly in love with you, I would be now.”
“Flynn?”
“Hmm?”
“Will you make love to me? The way you did the other night?”
“You’re not sore anymore?”
“I’m not sore,” she says as she drags a fingertip across my abdomen, “but I am achy.”
I feel like I’ve been electrocuted. The way she looks at me, the way she touches me… This can’t possibly be real. I reach over to caress her face before I draw her into a kiss. “What’s happened to my shy, reserved Natalie?”
“She got a taste of heaven in your arms, and now she wants more.”
“Are you sure? With everything—”
“I’m sure.”
“I’m so afraid I’m going to do something to scare you.”
“You won’t. You’ve got nothing at all in common with the man who hurt me.”
I want to remind her I have one thing in common with him, and that particular part of me wants to be inside her more than I’ve ever wanted anything. “You have to promise you’ll stop me if you’re scared or worried or—”
She brings me into a kiss that starts off sweet and becomes something else entirely in a matter of seconds. Her arms encircle my neck, keeping me right where she wants me. This aggressive, passionate Natalie enthralls me. Maybe I could, we could… Visions of her tied to the headboard, her ass raised in the air, dance through my mind like the best movie I’ve ever seen. No. That’s not happening. I have to remember to control my baser urges with her.
I roll her under me and look down at her. She’s flushed and wide-eyed and flat-out gorgeous. Her lips are swollen from the blowjob. So fucking beautiful.
“What?” she asks. “Is something wrong?”
“No, love, everything is just right.” I kiss her before I get up from the bed to find a condom. “Crap, the condoms are in my other bag, which I left out there.” I pull on my jeans and somehow manage to get them zipped over my rampant erection. “Be right back.”
“Hurry up.”
Her excitement and urgency only make me harder. In the main salon, Addie is hard at work on her laptop. The glass of red wine sitting next to her computer tells me she’s attempting to relax. She glances at me as I grab the backpack I left in one of the chairs.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” I tell her.
“So are you.”
“Don’t stay up too late.”
“Hey, Flynn…”
“Yeah?” As I turn to face her, I hold the backpack in front of me.
“I’ve been emailing with Liza. She wants to schedule an interview so Natalie can tell her story—”
“That’s not happening.” The very thought of it enrages me.
“Liza’s theory is that if Natalie tells her story, then the feeding frenzy will stop that much sooner.”
“Not. Happening. Feel free to quote me on that to Liza.”
Addie gives me a challenging look that I recognize all too well.