All They Need (16 page)

“Mel,” he said against her mouth.

“Yo. You guys. Mom and Dad are about to start the speeches. Quit playing tonsil hockey and get your asses in here.”

It was Harry, calling from the front porch. Flynn lifted his head but didn't release her. It took her a moment to catch her breath enough to respond.

“We're coming,” she finally called back.

“
Way
too much information,” Harry said before disappearing into the house.

She could feel Flynn's body trembling with suppressed laughter. She rested her forehead on his shoulder.

“Don't. You'll only encourage him.”

He pressed a kiss to her temple before taking a step backward. The loss of his body heat was like a blow.

“Come on. Let's go listen to the speeches,” he said, holding out his hand to her.

She took it and let him draw her away from the fence, aware of a profound sense of disappointment and frustration. Which was nuts—it wasn't as though they could have made love against the fence in her parents' yard. They would have had to stop at some point.

Flynn opened the side gate and they entered the fray. Everyone was crowded around the patio for the speeches and they found a spot near the corner of the garage that offered them a decent view. Over the next twenty minutes, her parents milked their moment in the limelight for all they were worth. Flynn kept a hold of her hand, his thumb occasionally brushing her wrist in the smallest of caresses. She glanced at him from time to time to see if he was laughing at the same joke she was or to gauge his reaction to something her
mother or father had said, and every time she found herself getting lost in his gaze.

And she knew, absolutely, that she would not be going home alone tonight.

 

I
T WAS NEARLY MIDNIGHT
when Flynn followed Mel's car home, parking in the street while she turned into the drive and disappeared around the back of the house to park in her carport. He locked up the Aston and made his way to the front door.

He jiggled his car keys as he waited for Mel to let him in. No point lying to himself—he was nervous. A fairly galling admission for a man in his thirty-fourth year. It wasn't as though he was a babe in the woods as far as making love to a woman went, after all.

But this wasn't just any woman he was about to sleep with.

The
chink-chink
of his car keys bouncing in his hand sounded loud in the still night air. He tensed as he heard Mel's footsteps approaching from inside the house.

Don't blow this. Okay? Just…don't. Take it slow, let her take the lead, take all your cues from her.

The door opened, revealing Mel in the golden glow of the hall light.

“Sorry. I dropped my keys on the back porch and do you think I could find them? Turned out they fell inside one of my gum boots. What are the odds?”

She was nervous, possibly even more nervous than he was, and suddenly all of his own uncertainty took a backseat. Before she could say another word, he stepped forward and kissed her. There was a fraction of a moment's hesitation, and then she was kissing him back, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

She tasted like chocolate and red wine and he went from being partially to painfully erect in no second flat.

So much for taking it easy.

He kicked the door shut before backing her against the wall. Holding her there with his body, he slid his hands inside her coat. He skimmed one hand down her rib cage to her hip, savoring the voluptuous curve, before sliding it onto her backside. His other hand cupped the fullness of her left breast. She made a small, wordless approving noise as he teased her nipple, her hips flexing against his.

They rocked their hips together as her nipple peaked beneath his hand, hard and eager. Impatient to touch her properly, he pulled the crossover bodice of her dress below her breast and tugged her bra cup down. Warm, silken skin filled his palm and he groaned into her mouth.

She felt so good. Hot and smooth and soft and firm…

He broke their kiss. Desperate to see her, he glanced down. Her breast was pale in his hand, the nipple rosy pink, the deep burgundy of her bra framing the whole.

“Mel,” he whispered brokenly, lifting worshipful eyes to her face.

She was beautiful, and so sexy he could barely breathe.

She fisted her hand in his jacket, pulling him close. She kissed him, hard and hot and fast.

“Bedroom,” she said, when they came up for air again.

“Great idea.”

She strode ahead of him, already shrugging out of her coat. He followed suit, dropping his jacket in the
hallway, his scarf in the doorway, kicking his shoes off as he entered her bedroom.

She flicked on a bedside light and reached for the side tie on her dress. One deft tug and it came free. He'd started pulling his sweater over his head but he froze as her dress fell open, revealing her body in all its glory. Those breasts, those hips, those legs…

Her panties matched her bra, her stockings were stay-ups with lacy tops and her knee-high boots tipped him firmly over into fantasy territory.

Any pretense at self-control went out the window as he moved toward her. They fell onto the bed together, him on top, her legs spreading to accept his body into the cradle of her thighs. He kissed her neck and her chest, then dragged her bra cup down with his teeth and pulled a nipple into his mouth. She gasped and arched into him, her hands sliding down to grip his backside. Lifting her hips, she ground herself against his erection in a sinuous, knowing rhythm.

He slid his free hand onto her stomach, feeling the excited, expectant jump of her belly muscles beneath his fingers as he began to move south. His fingers found the edge of her panties and he traced the lace with his forefinger. Back and forth, back and forth, all the while sucking on her nipple, biting it, soothing it, loving the way she trembled and breathed and shook beneath him.

He slipped a finger beneath the waistband of her panties, delving until he felt the silken brush of hair against his fingers. She lifted her hips in wordless encouragement and he completed the journey, his fingers sliding into wet heat. She shuddered beneath him, spreading her legs wider as he explored her delicate folds with his fingers.

He was so hard it hurt, and when her hands slid to the stud on his jeans and started tearing them open he tilted his hips to the side to provide easier access. He shoved her bra out of the way and shifted his attentions to her other breast as she gained entrance to his jeans. He groaned low in his throat as she gripped him, stroking her hand up and down his shaft. It felt so good he closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation.

“Take these off,” she panted, pushing at his jeans with her free hand. “I want to see you.”

He rolled to the side and made short work of his jeans and socks before stripping his sweater and T-shirt over his head. He was aware of Mel shedding the last of her clothes, too, and when they rolled toward each other again they were naked.

She took charge, pressing his shoulders onto the mattress as she slid a long leg over his hips. She straddled him, staring down at him with smoky gray eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her breasts aroused, her nipples wet from his mouth. She reached for his erection and rolled her hips, rubbing herself against him. He covered her breasts with his hands, squeezing her nipples, plucking at them. She smoothed her free hand across his belly and chest, her eyes half-closed as she watched him watch her.

She was primal and utterly feminine and he needed to be inside her. Now.

“Back pocket of my jeans,” he said, barely able to string two words together.

She leaned across him to her bedside drawer instead. He took advantage of the situation to tongue her breasts, holding her to him long after she'd found what she was looking for. She shuddered and writhed against him as he suckled her deeply.

“Flynn,” she finally gasped.

He released her, letting her rock back onto his hips. A small smile played around her lips as she tore open the foil square in her hands and removed the condom. He watched through slitted eyes as she smoothed the latex onto him with confident, sure hands. Then she rose above him, gripping him in her hand as she sank onto his erection.

She was tight and hot and he almost disgraced himself. Almost. She made a small, needy sound and started to move. He gripped her hips and watched as she bit her lip and closed her eyes and got lost in the sensation rising inside her. When she started to pant and lose her own rhythm, he lifted his hips off the bed and rolled her over, quickly reversing their positions. She stared up at him, her gray eyes pleading with him. He kissed her as he pushed inside her.

“It's okay, Mel, we'll get there,” he murmured against her lips.

Then he set himself to the task of proving it to her.

 

M
EL CLOSED HER EYES
and bit her lip to stifle a moan as Flynn moved deeply inside her. His mouth was on her breasts, his big, powerful body pressing hers into the mattress, and she was so close, so close…

Inexplicably, his pace slowed, his thrusts becoming more leisurely. She opened her eyes to find him watching her, an earthy, heated knowledge in his eyes. He shifted his attention to her other nipple as his hand slid between their bodies to where she needed him the most. He found her with his thumb and began to tease her with small, gentle circles, the rhythm echoing his leisurely strokes inside her body. Everything in her wanted to come, wanted to strain toward coming, but
the message Flynn was sending her with his body was that there was no rush.

No need to strain. No need to race anyone to the finish line.

Joint by joint, muscle by muscle, she allowed herself to relax. Allowed herself to fall into the long, sensuous stroking of his body within hers, allowed herself to revel in the slow, spreading pleasure building between her thighs. She gave herself over utterly to the experience, moaning and twisting beneath him as the need took her, running her hands up and down his big, beautiful body, languishing in his deep, thorough kisses, relishing the way he supped at her breasts, licking and sucking and biting.

And then, suddenly, she was arching off the bed, her climax rolling over her in a huge, pulsating wave, Flynn deep inside her as she cried out his name and forgot to breathe for long, long seconds.

She felt him shudder, felt the hot gust of his breath against her shoulder as he gasped out his own climax. Her fingers gripped his backside as he tensed inside her…and finally relaxed into dead weight, his head dropping onto her shoulder.

She closed her eyes, the better to appreciate the utter satisfaction pulsing through her body. He was still inside her, and she could feel his heart pounding. She ran her hands along his body in a slow, relaxed exploration, smoothing over the muscular planes of his back, shaping his rounded buttocks, discovering the backs of his thighs. After a few minutes he stirred and lifted his weight off her chest. She opened her eyes to find him watching her, a small smile on his lips.

“How you doin'?” he asked.

“I'm doin' okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.”

His smile broadened into a grin. She punched him lightly on the arm. “Okay, now you're getting dangerously close to smug territory.”

“You know, I think I'm willing to risk it.”

He kissed her, his lips gentle. When he lifted his head again there was no mistaking the tenderness in his eyes. He withdrew from her and she watched as he left the bed to dispose of the condom. His backside was solid muscle and she watched the bounce of his butt cheeks with shameless appreciation. When he exited the en suite she was treated to a full frontal and it was all she could do to suppress an admiring sigh.

He had a beautiful body—well proportioned, muscular but not overly so, with long, powerful thighs, a hard, flat belly and the exact right amount of chest hair.

She'd assumed he was going to get straight back beneath the covers, but instead he stopped by the foot of the bed and cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Seen enough?” he asked cheekily.

Busted.

She laughed. Couldn't help herself. “Are you accusing me of ogling you?”

“Yes, ma'am, I am.”

He bent and scooped up his abandoned scarf, looping it around his neck. Then he strutted toward her in perfect imitation of a catwalk model, all haughty looks and cheekbones and pout, gorgeously, undeniably, utterly naked bar the scarf arranged jauntily around his neck. When he reached the bedside table, he did a sharp turn and strutted in the opposite direction, working it for all he was worth.

He should have looked ridiculous, but he didn't. He
looked spectacular. Gorgeous. Too cute for words. She didn't know whether to laugh, applaud or drag him back into bed, so she settled for grabbing hold of the scarf when he made his second pass by the bed.

“Stop being a tease,” she said, using the scarf to reel him in.

“You're the one doing the teasing, making promises with your eyes like that,” he said as he climbed onto the bed.

Excitement kicked inside her as he drew back the covers and pressed his body over hers again. She could feel him growing hard against her thighs and answering heat surged through her belly.

“It's only teasing if you don't follow through,” she said.

“That's an excellent point.”

She slid a hand between their bodies to capture his growing erection. “Actually, I think you'll find this is an excellent point.”

He laughed, the sound loud and uninhibited. “I stand corrected.”

He lowered his head and started to kiss and lick and suck her neck, even as one of his hands began a slow, sensual glide down her body. She let her head fall to one side, savoring the slide of skin on skin, the feel of him beneath her hand, the wet velvet of his tongue on her neck.

Had she known, deep inside, that it would be like this with him? Was that why it had been so hard to make herself be sensible where he was concerned?