Game for Tonight (5 page)

“Forget it.” She shook her head, closing her eyes tight as she flopped back against the mattress. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath the dress—he really needed to take that off—and she slung her arm across her eyes. As if she were afraid to face him. “Forget I even asked that question. I hope I didn’t spoil the mood. Tell me I didn’t spoil it, Flynn.”

He didn’t say a word. Merely crawled onto the mattress, pinning her beneath him, his knees on either side of her hips, his hands braced on the pillow where her head lay, caging her in. Reaching for her arm, he lifted it away from her eyes, and she let it flop to her side. “You’re not spoiling it,” he murmured. It was come-clean time. Apprehension rode him hard, and he took a deep breath, ready to be honest.

Ready to be real.

But he took one look at Aubrey, and the words stalled in his throat. Her eyes were wide and fathomless. She looked scared. As if maybe she didn’t want to know the truth? He really hoped that wasn’t the case, because he was going for it. Besides, she wouldn’t rat him out. She was his publicist, for God’s sake.

Yeah, your
publicist,
you moron. The one who’s always looking for an angle to share with the media and make you look better to your adoring fans. What better way to make you look like a saint than declaring to the eager public that you are, indeed, a virgin?

Well, God willing, he was about to lose that burden here soon.

“You don’t have to answer that question,” she blurted, pressing her lips together when she was done.

Screw it. “I’m going to answer the question.” Dipping down, he nuzzled his face against hers, taking her mouth in a quick, hot kiss before he broke away to stare down at her. “It’s true.”

Her eyes went even wider, if that was possible. “Really?”

Never looking away from her, he nodded. “I don’t want to get into a long conversation about my past sexual experiences right now, since…” He thrust his hips against hers, nice and slow, smiling at the choked sound that escaped her. “But just so you know, I’m not a complete amateur.”

The wide-eyed, startled look left her and, in its place, came a sultry smile. The sight of it about knocked him over. “I would never call you an amateur, Flynn.”

Thank God for that, because he was going to put all of his hard work and effort into pleasuring Aubrey tonight. He approached everything in life like he did football—with equal parts determination and extreme, unwavering focus.

Lifting up so he rested on his knees, he grabbed at her dress and started tugging it up, past her breasts—revealing the matching white bra, holy hell—and she lifted her arms, tilting her head up so he could pull off the offending piece of clothing. She lay back down, her rich, auburn-colored hair spreading out across the pillow, emphasizing her peaches-and-cream complexion, those dark brown eyes watching him, filled with unmistakable anticipation.

Tearing his gaze from hers, he drank in her body, on display just for his perusal. Her skin was smooth and her breasts plump above the thin white silk and lace of her bra. Unable to stop himself, he reached out and traced the lace trim, skimming her skin, causing goose bumps to rise. She shivered as he, pleased to see the front clasp of her bra, ran his fingers between her breasts,. With a quick flick, he had the hook undone, the cups springing away from her. Offering him a tantalizing glimpse of her naked breasts.

Her breathing increased, the quick rise and fall of her chest his first indication she was aroused, and she released a little whimper when he brushed aside first one cup, then the other. Her breasts were full, with hard nipples a deep rosy pink. Dipping his head, he breathed across her skin, and her hands immediately went to the back of his head, holding him there.

Clearly indicating she wanted more.

He gave it to her, raining kisses across the tops of her breasts, along the valley in between, purposely not touching her nipples. Driving her crazy, driving
himself
crazy, but he was saving that treat for last. Her fingers twisted in his hair as she arched against him, and he finally wrapped his lips around one nipple, sucking it deep, her flesh seeming to swell in his mouth.

She moaned, writhing beneath him as he gave the same treatment to the other nipple. He sucked and licked, kissed and nipped before he slipped farther down and blazed a trail with his lips along her stomach.

“Flynn,” she whispered, her hands never leaving his hair. He looked up at her, his cock growing even harder beneath the strangling confines of his pants at the sight before him. Her nipples were damp from his mouth, and a faint pink flush covered her skin. She shrugged out of the bra, tossing it onto the floor, and he could feel the heat of her from beneath the panties, scorching his chest. He was laid out on top of her, careful not to release all his weight, since he outweighed her by at least double.

“Hold on.” He sprang away from her, climbing off the bed so he could get rid of his pants. First, he went to the dresser, grabbing a box of condoms out of the top drawer that he kept there because, damn it, he’d known it was gonna happen someday and he’d wanted to be prepared.

That it was happening with Aubrey only made the entire moment that much freaking better.

He tore open the box and grabbed a condom, then turned toward the bed to find Aubrey sitting up, her hair mussed, her gaze locked on him. She nodded toward his hand, a little smile tipping up the corners of her mouth. “Whatcha got there?”

“Condom.” He tossed it so it landed on the end of the bed and then reached for the waistband of his pants, about to take them off when she shook her head, crooking her finger in the universal signal for
come here
.

“Let me help you,” she murmured.

Without hesitation, he went to her as she crawled across the bed until she knelt directly in front of him. She undid the button on his pants and slid down the zipper, her gaze zeroed in on the spot where she was working so diligently. Her hands shook as she shoved his pants off his hips, pushing them lower, revealing his hard cock straining against the confines of his boxer briefs. Without hesitation, she slipped her hands into the front of his underwear, her fingers curling around his erection and giving it a firm squeeze. His eyes closed at her first touch, and he grabbed her wrist, halting her from doing anything else.

She tilted her head back, her delicate brow furrowed, mouth curved down. “Wh—”

He didn’t let her get the words out. His other hand went around her nape so he could crush his mouth to hers. They collapsed on the bed in a tangle, their lips fused, her hands busily working to take off his underwear, his just as busy to tear at the thin silk of her panties. They ripped when he tugged extra hard, and he smiled against her mouth.

“Did you just tear my favorite panties?” she asked breathlessly.

“I’ll buy you another pair,” he promised before he kissed her, his tongue sweeping the interior of her mouth as he made fast work of removing her shredded panties, his fingers brushing against her heated center for the briefest moment, making her suck in a harsh breath.

“Promise?” She slipped her hands over his ass, gripping him tight, hauling him in closer, and he rolled them over so he was on top once more, kicking off his underwear. They were pressed against each other, completely naked.

Finally.

Chapter Four

Flynn Foley had her pinned to the mattress with his big body, his hips against hers, his erection pressed hard and insistent against her belly, his mouth locked with hers, and all Aubrey could think was
finally
.

Finally his hands were coasting all over her skin. Finally his tongue was circling hers. Finally he was gripping her thighs and spreading her legs and touching her right there and…oh.

Yeah. So he was a virgin. That revelation still blew her mind, but what blew it even more was how good he was. She hadn’t lied when she’d told him she didn’t think he was an amateur. He moved, he touched, he kissed and thrust and licked and sucked like a pro.

Considering who she was with, this shouldn’t surprise her. The man was intense. Focused. Hardworking and always, without fail, doing whatever he did right.

Like how he was stroking her between her legs with such precision, such expertise. Careful but firm, he teased her folds. He ran his finger over her clitoris, and when he then proceeded to thrust said finger inside her welcoming body…

“Oh God,” she choked out, breaking away from his lips to let the delicious sensations his fingers were inflicting on her body sweep over her.

His mouth found her neck. “You’re wet.”

“Mmm.” Yes, she was. She was also trying to catch her breath. Everything within her swirled and tumbled, his fingers pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She’d been primed the entire night, from the moment she first saw him at the after party.

“Hot,” he continued, his voice so deep she could feel it vibrate in his chest and pulse through her. “Wet and hot and ready for this.”

“Ready for you,” she corrected, making his finger pause.

He lifted away so he could study her upturned face, and she wondered what he saw. She knew what she was looking at—handsome face, full of intense concentration, glittering green eyes, even darker than usual, and that beautiful, swollen mouth. A mouth that had just been kissing her senseless. A mouth she wanted to feel all over her body.

Soon. First, she wanted to feel him inside her body. Yeah, that sounded good. That sounded perfect.

“Ready for me,” he murmured as he bent down and pressed his mouth to hers. He circled her clit with his finger, tighter and tighter, pressing harder. She broke away from his lips to cry out, her belly tightening, her limbs tingling.

“All for me.” At his words, she broke, the orgasm consuming her, sweeping her away. His mouth was at her neck again, his fingers still teased her clit, and his tongue licked her skin as she shook within his embrace. He pulled away from her. The loss of his heat, his fingers in her body immediately left her feeling alone, but she pried open her eyes just in time to watch him tear open the condom wrapper and slip the ring over his erection.

Her breath left her in ragged gasps, and her heart squeezed. Good Lord, the man was big. Could she take it? She was nice and loose after that spectacular orgasm. She was still shaking, her heart racing, her brain foggy with lust and affection and wonder that this man had just rocked her world so thoroughly.

And he wasn’t even finished yet.

Flynn came back over, and she spread her legs, accommodating him as he nestled his hips between her thighs. His cock teased her wet center as he nudged against her, back and forth, the head pressing against her clit and making her writhe beneath him.

“Beautiful,” he murmured just as he entered her. Slowly filling her up, inch by inch, her breath leaving her in a gust of shuddery air as he slid deeper. As deep as he could go, completely embedded in her as she lay there and took him in.

Pausing, he waited, his cock pulsing inside her body, his hands braced on her pillow, his fingers grappling in her hair, tugging it. She opened her eyes to find him hovering above her, his eyes tightly closed, his mouth thin, his entire expression one of fierce concentration.

Aubrey reached for him, resting her hand against his cheek, and he opened his eyes. “What are you waiting for?” she asked, her voice soft.

He cracked a rueful smile. “I don’t want to move too fast. You feel so damn good, Aub.” Turning his head into her hand, he kissed her palm. “I’m afraid this might end before it really gets started, if you know what I mean.”

His words, the sincerity and humor in his voice touched her deeply. Too deeply. Unable to process pesky emotions at the moment, she dropped her hand and let it land on his shoulder, her fingers caressing his smooth, hot skin. Slowly, silently, they began to move, Flynn withdrawing almost all the way from her body before he slid back inside, the heated friction of his pulsating cock making her moan.

His long, measured thrusts would be the death of her. She knew it. And at the moment, she was okay with it. Fine, so she’d die being fucked by the ever-patient, ever-accurate, and ever-controlled Flynn Foley. At least she’d die happy. Her mother might be ashamed when the headline read, “
Hawks Publicist Dies While De-Virginizing Foley
,” but Aubrey wouldn’t be around to see it, so no biggie.

She wound her shaky legs around his hips and clung to him, her hands gripping his shoulders so tight that her nails were leaving dents in his skin. He didn’t seem to notice. He was so completely focused on the push and pull of their bodies. His face was full of intent concentration, and sweat beaded on his forehead. She trailed her fingers down the distended cords of muscle in his neck, across his collarbone.

He didn’t so much as flinch. Damn it, she wanted to see him lose control, fall apart, come undone. All of those awesome, amazing things would happen because of her. She wanted to be the cause of his undoing.

“Flynn.” Her breathless whisper made him cast his gaze down to hers. “Go faster.”

Without a word, he increased his pace, and she held him tighter, the wondrous friction their joined bodies created sending sparks of tingling heat deep in her core. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he reached beneath her with one hand sprawled across her butt and held her even closer, his hips thrusting, his breath hot and heavy near her ear.

“You feel amazing,” he said with a groan, startling her. Had she ever heard Flynn say that word? She didn’t think so, but, oh, it sounded good right now. He sounded ragged, and his movements were becoming less precise, as if he finally might be losing control, and she gripped his neck tight, moving her head back so he could kiss her.

It was a sloppy, decadent kiss, full of open mouths, harsh breaths, and tangling tongues. He rammed his hips, and she writhed beneath him, begging him for more. For him to go deeper, harder, faster, all of those good, delicious words that meant her orgasm was imminent.

Because it was. It
so
was. Two orgasms in one night, talk about a bonus. The virgin had touched her as though he’d somehow found the Aubrey Cooper playbook and studied night after night just how to make her go off like a rocket.

Like she was about to at this…very…moment.

“Omigod.” The three words came out as one as they fell from her lips. Another magical orgasm swept through her, rendering her still, rendering her completely stupid as she moaned Flynn’s name and clung to him as if she would never let him go. She pressed her forehead into his shoulder, wincing at how tight he squeezed her butt but liking it all the same.

His orgasm followed right after hers, his entire body going stiff, a rough sound coming from deep within his chest just as his big, vibrating body was racked with shudders. She ran her hands up and down the wide expanse of his back as his orgasm went on and on, smiling when she felt his lips move against her neck. He whispered her name, his voice tortured, and she felt that little whisper down to the very depths of her soul.

Her eyes flew open, and she stared at the ceiling as they clung to each other, the sound of their frantic breathing filling the room. Great. No way could she settle for this one night with Flynn and then move on. Not after what they’d just shared. She wanted more.

More, more, more.

The words were like a scary mantra in her head. Not good. This was so not good.

…

Flynn carefully rolled off Aubrey and climbed out of bed, then padded toward the connected bathroom as he removed the condom from his erection. He tossed it in the trash and ran a hand over his hair, his muscles aching, but in a good way. Hell, he felt on top of the world at the moment, as if he’d just scored a winning touchdown. As if he’d conquered Aubrey and made her his.

He stared at his reflection, which he could barely make out in the mostly dark bathroom. What the hell? Was he gonna go all caveman on her and drag her around by the hair, announcing to everyone, as he beat on his chest, “Hands off. This woman belongs to me”?

Grimacing, he exited the bathroom and stopped short at the foot of his bed when he saw Aubrey. She was lying on her stomach, her legs bent at the knees, feet in the air. Completely naked, with that pert ass of hers on blatant display, the graceful curve of her back, all that gorgeous red hair tousled like a wild cloud about her head. She had her cell phone in her hands—when she’d gone and grabbed it so quickly, he wasn’t sure, but damn, the girl had to be fast—and the glow of the screen illuminated her pretty face. She was nibbling on her lower lip, reading something so intently she didn’t seem to hear him reenter the room.

He reached out and tickled the bottom of her foot, making her yelp, and she turned, her expression guilty as her gaze met his, her phone clutched tightly in one hand.

“Sorry,” he said, not sorry at all for scaring her. It had earned him a gander at those perfect breasts of hers, and he was staring at her chest. Blatantly.

And he really didn’t care if she knew it, either.

“I think you just took five years off my life.” He didn’t release his hold on her foot as he skimmed her instep, and she flexed against his wandering fingers, rotating her ankle. “That feels good.”

Flynn gripped her ankle, his thumb brushing over her skin. “You all right?” He wasn’t referring to just the scare. Was she okay after what had happened between them? They did work together, after all. And she’d certainly seemed into it. He’d made damn sure she’d gotten her satisfaction before he’d taken his, but it had been difficult holding back. That first moment of sinking inside of her, all that wet, tight heat clinging to his dick…

Damn. He was getting hard all over again, just thinking about it.

“I’m fine.” She flashed him a soft smile, her gaze skittering away from his. “Great, actually.” A little pause, and that smile disappeared. Just like that. She kept her eyes averted, too. “How about you?”

That she looked so unsure drove him crazy. He hated that. Hated more that he was the one who made her feel that way. He wanted what they shared to be light and easy, not heavy and uncomfortable.

He needed to make this right.

Quietly, he crawled onto the bed next to her, sprawled out like she was, and lay on his stomach so they were shoulder to shoulder. He pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek and smiled at her. “You really have to ask?”

She shrugged, her cheeks turning the faintest pink. Shifting to her right, she set her phone on the floor—damn, he really needed to buy a freaking bedside table—before she resumed her position. “I just wanted to make sure because…you know why.”

Mmm-hmm. He did know why. He was glad to get rid of the virgin status, but did she feel some sort of odd responsibility for taking it from him? Not that he hadn’t given it away gladly. It had become his cross to bear. An annoying, inhibiting thing that had become harder and harder to get rid of.

Not with Aubrey, though. He liked her. So their relationship had morphed from working mode to sex mode. Not that they could realistically continue this. They should probably keep what had happened between them a secret, considering the no-dating-employees clause the Hawks organization had.

He leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder once. Her skin was smooth and warm beneath his lips and, unable to resist, he kissed her again. Then again and again, until she turned her head to look at him, her dark gaze turbulent, her lips parted. “It was amazing,” he murmured. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

The flush on her cheeks turned darker, and her lids lowered, shielding her gaze from his. “Now you’re just trying to embarrass me.”

“No, I’m being truthful.” He grabbed hold of her so quick, she squealed and tried to get away, but his reflexes were too fast and her struggle was weak anyway. Rolling over onto his back, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to him. Her legs fell apart, so she straddled him, and all that sweet heat cozied up next to his cock. Yep, there he went, hard as can be, as though he hadn’t just come his brains out only minutes ago. “Maybe we should do it again,” he suggested hopefully.

Her laughter was such a pretty sound, light and sweet, he wanted to hear it again. He slid his hand down the length of her back, his fingers pausing at the side of her waist, and he lightly tickled her there. Testing her. She squirmed and angled away from his hand, trying to dodge his touch.

“Ticklish?” he asked innocently, stilling his hand.

“Totally.” She clamped her lips together as if she was trying to restrain her laughter from escaping. Now, that was a damn shame. He tickled her harder, and she tried to jerk away from his fingers, but he held firm, his other arm clamped tight around her waist. “Stop, Flynn,” she said weakly.

“Stop? That is the last word you should say to me.” He flipped her over so she was the one lying on her back, and he tickled her in earnest. She tried to pull away, tried to bend over and block him, but he wasn’t having it. “You saying stop only makes me want to tickle you harder.”

Finally she gave in and burst out laughing, swatting at his hands, gasping when he touched a particularly sensitive spot. He kept it up until she was begging him to stop, her voice hoarse from too much laughter and squealing, tears coming from her eyes. Without thought, he kissed them away, then took her mouth in a gentle kiss that turned heated in seconds.

His fingers went from tickling to caressing, skimming her soft stomach, her full breasts, drifting his knuckles across her hard nipples. His cock was more than ready to sink back inside her, and he figured he’d need to grab the entire box of condoms and just leave them by the bed at the rate they were going.