The Pleasures of Summer (14 page)

‘Tell me you want this,’ he said hoarsely.

‘Yes,’ she whispered.

His fingers worked her hard, plunging in and out as her inner muscles sought to clamp them in place. It was too much. She couldn’t take any more. ‘Oh god,’ she cried.

Withdrawing his fingers, he pressed them to his mouth and licked them. The sight of Flynn tasting her almost sent her over the edge.

He pulled his wallet from his jacket and produced a single condom. ‘Thank god,’ he muttered.

Their fingers clashed as they fumbled at his zipper. She wanted him now. She couldn’t wait any longer. Flynn sheathed his cock with the condom and reached for her again. He lifted her, caging her against the wall and his mouth took hers once more. Hot and hungry. Teeth clashed, tongues duelled in a frantic endless kiss.

The crown of his cock nudged against her clit and she moved against him, needing Flynn inside her. With a grunt he thrust deep and she gasped.

He stilled.

‘Summer, are you –’

‘I’m fine. Don’t stop.’

She clung to him as he took her. Each hard thrust, every ragged breath, shattered something deep inside her and freed her from the past. There was nothing but Flynn and her and their overpowering need. Bright arcs of fire streaked through her body. Flynn’s insistent pounding never faltered. When the first waves of pleasure hit, she cried out his name.

With a groan, he thrust again and followed her into ecstasy.

Long moments of gasping shudders followed. Summer clung to him like a limpet, weathering the storm. He found her mouth and kissed her gently. She returned his gesture of affection with tenderness. His limp cock slid from her and he eased her slowly to the ground.

She was suddenly shy of him. Flynn had taken her like that, naked against the wall, while he was still almost fully clothed.

He dropped a kiss on her forehead. ‘The bedroom’s through there. I just need to make a phone call.’

Conscious of his eyes on her, Summer walked slowly to the bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of heels. She closed the door behind her and kicked them off. Oh my god, she had done it. Summer hurried to the en-suite on trembling legs. A wild woman stared back at her from the mirror. She had a serious case of bed-head hair. Her mouth was swollen from his kisses and her neck and breasts were marked from the stubble on his chin.

She could still feel the unfamiliar ache between her thighs. Sex with Adam had never been like that. In fact, she had never had sex like that. Flynn made every lover she had slept with seem like a boy. The way that he had
touched her. The rough command in his voice that made her want to obey him without question.

He was so much more masculine than any of the men at the club. Even Robert. How could she have not known?
Stupid stupid Summer
. She had gone to
Noir
looking for a Dom and she’d had one living at her house all along. Summer heard the bedroom door opening and the sound of whistling as Flynn undressed and hung up his clothes.

Clothes. She had no clothes. She would have to walk in there naked and get into bed with him. The memory of his quiet deliberation as he cut the dress from her, made her shiver. Seeing Flynn naked was a treat she was looking forward to, but how was she going to walk out there and be naked with him?

‘You’ve just had sex with the guy,’ she told her reflection. ‘It’s a bit late being nervous now.’ She flushed the loo and washed her hands. Summer took a deep breath before opening the door.

Flynn was lying naked in the centre of the bed, the very picture of masculine indolence. His legs were long, the muscles of his calves and thighs well defined. A light dusting of hair trailed down his chest to his groin. His abs were as sharp as the ridges left on a sandy beach when the tide went out. A small, but livid, scar marred the portrait of masculine perfection. Summer found it as sexy as hell. She had an uncontrollable urge to kiss it.

She watched Flynn’s nostrils flare as if he was scenting her, but he didn’t move, he simply waited for her to come to him. His hooded expression gave her little confidence. She had never felt so naked.

‘Do you like what you see?’ he asked.

‘Yes.’ Her voice sounded throaty to her ears.

‘Good girl,’ he praised her. ‘Never lie to me, or I will know and there will be consequences.’ There was no anger in his words, just a quiet confidence that she would obey him.

She swallowed, trying to stop herself from replying, ‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Now, come here.’ He patted the bed beside him. ‘I want to see you.’

She sat on the edge of the bed and waited nervously. Flynn reached out his hand and cupped her breast. Her nipples peaked into hard points almost immediately.

‘Responsive wee thing, aren’t you?’ Flynn trailed a finger between her breasts and down along her abdomen. ‘Open for me.’

She blushed as she parted her thighs. She had never felt so exposed. He traced a slow tortuous finger around her clit and she almost came on the spot. He plunged one finger inside her and she cried out when he touched one deliciously sensitive spot and then trembled when he withdrew it.

He held her gaze as he licked it clean. ‘Mmmmm, hot and sweet and so very wet. Now, lie down, Summer. I’m going to take care of you.’

She lay down.

‘Put your arms over your head and grip the headboard. You are not to move your hands or I will stop immediately. Is that clear?’

She nodded, and gripped the headboard. He placed a pillow beneath her hips and Summer closed her eyes. What had she let herself in for?

‘Ah ah, no. Eyes open. I want you to watch.’

The heat in his gaze made her shiver, but not as much as the feel of his touch. He pumped his finger slowly inside her; the exquisite torture made her bite down on her lip. She clenched her inner muscles seeking more pressure and received a sharp tap on her thigh.

‘Naughty,’ he said. ‘Not yet.’

He added a second finger and then gently made a ‘
come here
’ movement, curling his fingers inside her.

‘Oh god,’ she cried out. ‘That’s … that’s …’

‘Your G-spot,’ he said with a smug expression on his face. ‘Like it?’

‘Oh. Oh.’ A warm feeling built inside her as he continued his sensual massage. Flynn pressed down lightly on her lower stomach and the sensation of pressure seemed to increase. His fingers moved faster, ramping up the intensity. Her breath came in short, panting gasps and she gripped the headboard tighter as the first wave of a massive orgasm shot through her. This wasn’t like before; it went on and on, so intense that she felt that she was going to pass out. She couldn’t control her wails. They could probably hear her in the next apartment.

As the wave ebbed away, Flynn turned his attention to her clit, rubbing the already tender nub until she was begging him to stop. ‘Don’t. Please. I’m too sensitive.’

Flynn ignored her. With impossible speed another orgasm built into a sensory overload that she couldn’t control. Mindless with pleasure, she screamed out his name as her body wracked with the aftershocks of pleasure. There wasn’t an inch of her that didn’t tremble. Still, she clung to the headboard. The indentations of her nails would leave a permanent scar there.

‘You’re the one who wanted an erotic adventure tonight. What’s the matter? Is it too much for you?’ Flynn asked with the barest hint of sympathy. He was enjoying this far too much.

‘Bastard,’ she gasped out. Flynn was going to torture her all night. Death by orgasm. ‘I hope you have a hard-on for a week.’

‘I suggest that you think about the consequences of that remark. I can always guard you in bed.’ The devilish glint in his eyes suggested he was only half joking. After a month in bed with Flynn she wouldn’t be able to walk. She would be a helpless sex-crazed zombie.

‘I think one more, before I let you sleep.’

‘No.’ She clenched her thighs together. Her poor tortured flesh couldn’t take any more pleasure.

‘Open.’ The slap of his hand against her thigh made her jump.

Flynn would brook no disobedience. She parted her legs and he settled between them. The first lick made her arch off the bed. Summer clenched her eyes shut and writhed against him, but he held her thighs apart while he took his time, tasting her with long slow licks while she begged him to stop. His mouth fastened over her sensitized flesh and she cried out when he took the tender bud between his teeth and bit lightly.

Starlight exploded behind her eyelids and she came again, helpless against the pulses of sensation that surged through her. She couldn’t control the throaty screams of pleasure that came from her mouth. Even the sensation of his breath against her skin was too much. It was long minutes before the last shudder stopped.

‘Poor baby,’ Flynn murmured.

She felt his kiss on her forehead and the sensation of a cool sheet being draped over her skin. She couldn’t have moved, even if the building went on fire.

Summer woke during the night and watched the rise and fall of Flynn’s chest. This wasn’t like a fantasy from one of her erotic novels – where the heroine went home after a fantastic sex-filled night at a club. Flynn was beautiful and it would be so easy to fall for him.

Her body still burned from his touch. She had never had so many orgasms in one night. If she let this continue, she would be his slave by the end of the month. His sex slave. Flynn wouldn’t be content to let this be a romantic fling, he would dominate the hell out of her and then he would be gone. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t risk her heart again. Tomorrow morning, she would have to pretend that this night meant nothing to her.

The old Summer was coming back and Flynn Grant better watch out.

Flynn woke up, fully alert as always. After more than ten years in the Rangers, he knew he would never master the art of the slow start. But the warm body cuddled at his side was a great incentive to stay in bed.

He smiled. He had no idea that Summer O’Sullivan was such a cracker. She had a fire that she somehow managed to keep well hidden, but now that he knew about it, he’d make sure she made the most of it.

Morning sunlight filtered in through the louvred shutters, illuminating Summer’s skin with light and shadow. The straight lines of the shadows against the roundness of her hips and waist was an erotic contrast. Her newly-brown hair gleamed, even as it hid most of her face. He allowed his fingers to comb through the soft strands, enjoying the feel of it curling with a life of its own.

His morning hard-on twitched, eager for a replay of the night before, but he remembered ruefully that he had used his last condom. Ah well, there were other ways to deal with that particular problem. He stroked Summer’s back, marvelling at the smoothness of her skin. She really was amazing.

Summer moaned in protest at being woken, even as she arched into his touch like a cat. Sensual little creature. Flynn grinned. He was looking forward to exploring every inch of her curvy wee body again.

Who’d have guessed she was a snuggler? He usually didn’t like clingy women, but in this case, he reckoned he could make good use of it. If she wanted to cuddle up to him, he was all for it. It would make his job so much easier if she wanted to stay with him instead of constantly trying to run away. And the fringe benefits would be stunning. Despite himself, he stroked her skin, his fingers caressing the side of her breast.

‘Go ’way. It’s not morning yet,’ she muttered, even as she cuddled in closer, burying her face against his neck. He shuddered as the tip of her tongue flicked out, tasting the skin of his collarbone. God, she would kill him.

‘You’re salty,’ she complained, then opened her eyes.

Seeing her expression of sleepy satisfaction turn to horror would have been entertaining in other circumstances, but not when it was directed at him.

‘You!’

‘Me,’ he agreed. ‘Who were you expecting? Or do you not keep track?’

She dragged the sheet from around her waist and hauled it up to her neck. ‘I didn’t … We didn’t –’ She floundered to a stop.

‘Oh yes, we did. I did and you did. Both of us did.’ Flynn couldn’t conceal a sardonic smile at her horrified reaction. ‘You were begging me to keep doing it. To strip you naked and –’

‘Stop! I didn’t mean –’ She took a breath and composed herself. ‘If you were a gentleman, you wouldn’t mention it.’

‘Would a gentleman mention that he could see your gorgeous arse in all its glory?’ he asked.

She whirled, eyes rounding as she noticed that the ornate mirror on the wall reflected her entire back view to Flynn’s observant eyes.

‘You, you, you –’ Lost for words, she wrapped the entire sheet around herself and stalked off to the bathroom. Moments later, Flynn heard the sound of a bath running.

By the time she emerged, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, Flynn had showered in the small guest bathroom, dressed, had his breakfast and was on his third cup of coffee. He poured her one and passed it over to her. ‘Would you like eggs or yoghurt for breakfast? We need to eat and be on the road soon.’

Summer glared at him. ‘I am not going anywhere.’

He had been about to take another mouthful of coffee but stopped. ‘Oh, you like it here?’