Flynn's Kiss (Disarmed & Dangerous) (6 page)

Read Flynn's Kiss (Disarmed & Dangerous) Online

Authors: Diane Saxon

Tags: #Contemporary Western Romance

BOOK: Flynn's Kiss (Disarmed & Dangerous)
5.1Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub

“Nope.”

Her hold precarious, she leaned away and waved her arm erratically in the air to indicate the canopy of stars beyond the darkness of the trees.

“Look. It’s so clear. You can see every star in the sky.” Her body rolled with the Earth as she peered up at the heavens. A warm shimmer passed over Liberty as he wrapped his arms around her and allowed her to lean back, taking her weight. Her hips came into contact with his thighs, and she tipped her head to stare at the rooftop of glittering stars above.

“Beautiful.”

“Yeah,” he breathed.

A quick thrill danced across her skin. The cowboy wasn’t staring at the galaxy, but his intense gaze was directed straight at her. She returned her hands to rest them on his waist as her fingers curled in his plain black T-shirt and balled it up.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“Nope.”

She slid her fingers underneath the soft material, stroked the warm, satin skin along his hard waistline, and heard his soft intake of breath. She kneaded her thumbs into the contours of his taut flesh and smoothed her palms up his chest to feel his perfectly defined pectorals, smiling as they twitched beneath her fingers.

Determined to see what lay beneath the black T-shirt, she pushed it up, delighted as he lifted his arms to help and hauled it over his own head, to drop it on the ground at their feet. The moonlight hit his skin and defined all the hard satin contours of his body, all the dips and rises of his lean form. The smattering of black hair across his chest and the thin line down his flat stomach enticed a girl to follow it with her finger and dip it past the belt on his jeans.

A quiet hum of appreciation rumbled through her throat, and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and simply stroking gentle fingertips over his bronzed skin. Sucking in her breath, she let it out again in a long, slow sigh and leaned in closer to appreciate the goose bumps that began rippling across the smoothness of his flesh.

She skimmed her fingers up his chest and feathered them over his nipples, delighting in the low moan she felt rumble through him. With considerable concentration, she circled her fingertip around and around, felt them harden, and couldn’t resist moving her head the small distance to Flynn, placing her lips over his pebbled nipple and drawing his cool flesh deep into her hot mouth.

“Liberty…” It sounded like a plea. Flynn moved his hand to cup the back of her head, drew her in closer as his chest expanded and a deep moan vibrated under her lips.

She glided her hands down his sides, enchanted to feel his muscles ripple under her fingertips. Bold now, she worked her hands between them, scraped her teeth across his breast as she unhooked his jeans and pushed them, together with his underpants, over his narrow hips, ran her hands around to grip his ass, and squeezed with total appreciation of his strong, flexing muscles.

The cool of the evening no longer affected her as molten heat spread through her veins, licking at her flesh, warming her body. She whipped his shirt from around her shoulders, flung it on the ground, and dragged him down to lie on it.

Desperate, she grappled his trousers farther down his legs, and then gave up as they stuck at his knees. Dipping her head, she nipped him there as a punishment, then soothed with her warm, wet tongue, blazing a trail from his flexed muscles above his knee, to cruise along his inner thigh, pausing to nibble and stroke, reveling in the torture she seemed to be inflicting on him as his body writhed underneath her. His gasps and muted groans were the only noise in the clear night air.

As she smoothed her lips over his groin, Flynn grabbed her hair in one hand, wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, and hauled her up his body so she sprawled her entire length over him.

“Jesus, Liberty, now before it’s too late.”

The loud rendering of material as her skirt split didn’t bother her as she spread her legs wide to straddle his body. Impatient, she wrenched the material up to her waist, shoved her underwear to one side, and lowered herself onto him.

Her soaking excitement helped to accommodate the long slide down his shaft. Flynn’s hands rested on her hips and then gripped as she gave a small rotation to complete their coupling.

She stilled, the man beneath her adding to her sensual assault as she tipped her head back, closed her eyes and concentrated on the small ripples spreading from her very center in ever-widening circles. She gave an experimental rock against him and almost melted as she felt him swell within her, press deep into her core. He moved his hands up to cup her breasts, swiping rough thumbs over her nipples that sent her racing. Her body rode his, her hips shooting like pistons back and forth. Her breath heaved through burning lungs, and fire streamed through her veins as he bucked beneath her and she gyrated above him.

Almost out of breath, out of energy, she strived for something, felt it just out of her reach, and then her body tautened like a bowstring. Desperate and frustrated, she cried out and Flynn grabbed her hips with one hand, ramming himself higher inside her. He slipped his fingers between their bodies, and as soon as he placed a featherlike touch to her clitoris, her body exploded in a shower of fireworks. His rock hard penis pulsed inside her and stars blazed behind her closed eyelids.

Gasping for breath, she flopped onto Flynn’s heaving, sweat-slicked chest, her own damp cheek sticking to his skin as they both struggled to gain a normal heartbeat and a little more oxygen.

“Oh God, I needed that. I really needed it.” Elated and invigorated, she propped herself up on her elbow and chuckled into Flynn’s quiet brooding face, leaned forward to place her lips on his, and felt him stiffen. His hands shot around to grasp her shoulders, his fingers digging in as he held her from him. Silence stretched out between them, and a hot ball of nauseous disappointment washed over her. Despite the frantic, full on lovemaking, and his breathless aftermath, he appeared to be emotionally unmoved by the entire experience, and it didn’t seem he was too keen on after-sex affection.

Embarrassed, she wriggled off him and straightened her clothes, tugged her torn skirt back into place, and fought her rucked up bra back around her breasts. Barely able to look at him, she glanced around. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and the almost full moon peeped from behind a small cloud to cast a bright silvery hue over the clearing.

He gazed up at her, his gorgeous, naked body compelling her to take one more glimpse. He still lay supine, his head now resting in the crook of his arm, tilted so the injured side was tucked into the shadows. The soft glow of moon shine shimmered across his face, highlighting his breath-stopping beauty. His ice cold eyes surveyed her, and the heavy lump in her chest expanded.

Desperate to break the uncomfortable quietness, she flapped a hand in the direction of her lodge and spluttered out a small embarrassed laugh.

“Well, perhaps if we’d waited another minute, we could have done it in the comfort of a bed.”

She cringed at his silent contemplation. Anything further she may have said stuttered to a halt and dried up on the tip of her tongue. She glanced at her lodge and wished she was already there.

In one fluid movement he sat up, rolled to his feet, and towered above her, blotting out the moonlight for a moment before dipping to yank up his jeans and pants from around his knees.

“The grass was good enough for me.” He turned his head in the direction of her lodge. “I guess we’d better move.” He paused, rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, and blew out a breath. “You okay on your own from here?”

She stared at the dark, uninviting cabin twenty steps or so away, wondering how half a glass of bubbly wine could have made her blind to where she was. Or maybe it was the brooding cowboy who had blinded her to her surroundings…and her common sense. Disappointment weaved an uncomfortable thread through her veins. She gave a small nod and stepped away from him, forcing a wide smile.

“Of course. I’ll see you around.”

It took her twenty-four steps to reach the door to her lodge. Twenty-four steps before she allowed herself the luxury of turning around to check to see whether he was still there. The clearing was empty, the bright silver wash of moonlight interspersed with nothing but eerie shadows.

It wasn’t until she slipped between the cool, cotton sheets of her bed that she allowed herself a delighted shiver of remembered passion and a brief thrill of sheer naughty pleasure.

She’d just seduced a man. A beautiful, vital, sexy man. She hadn’t so much seduced him as…she giggled to herself, flipped over onto her front, and buried her burning face into the cool pillow…ridden him. And what a ride it had been. It was the best sex she’d ever had. Not that she’d had much experience, and it had certainly never been with a fallen angel. The men she had chosen in the past tended to be scientists—intelligent, cerebral, sensitive, and definitely lacking in the muscle tone the cowboy had been endowed with. She’d wanted to just lick him all over, head to foot to make sure she didn’t miss a single defined muscle. In fact she almost had if he hadn’t been so desperate.

She wrapped her arms around her pillow, squeezed it hard, and imagined Flynn in her bed, in her arms. If he’d have come back with her, she would have had the opportunity to lick him all over, take it nice and slow. She writhed against the cool sheets as the heat in her face slowly spread down her neck, her chest, her breasts.

She’d seduced him once, she should have persuaded him through the door, but his body language said he was finished with her. Although his eyes…his eyes still burned.

•●•

He paused next to the wide trunk of an old tree and turned to watch her walk away. He’d had every opportunity to invite himself in, every encouragement to follow up on their brief and scorching encounter. The woman knew how to give her all. Her bubbly, bouncing personality certainly followed through.

He scratched his still naked chest where she had rested her head. Her hair had clouded around them both for a moment, teasing his skin, but as she rose again and stared down at him, he’d gotten the distinct impression she was about to lean over and kiss him. Horror at the thought of her lips touching his had seized his body and made a direct communication to her. Regret washed over him. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, but she seemed fully in tune with his emotions. Too much. Too close. He squeezed his eyes shut briefly before seeking her form out again in the darkness. She paused, turned and scanned the clearing. He knew she couldn’t see him, but he held his breath for a moment, promising himself if she called out to him, he would go to her.

She remained silent as she turned her back on him and allowed the darkness of the building to swallow her.

Chapter Four

“Kate. I’ve got to tell you. I had sex with Flynn last night. He was magnificent!”

Kate tilted her head and a small inquiring smile quivered around her lips as Liberty stepped into the kitchen, bristling with excitement at the same time as Jack emerged from the far corner, coffee in hand and a wide-eyed look of horror plastered on his face.

He stabbed the forefinger of his free hand toward his cup.

“I’ll just…umm.”

He stabbed the same finger in the direction of the door, and before any of them said another word, Jack was gone.

Heart sinking, Liberty raised a slow hand to her mouth and wondered whether it was better to laugh or run hysterically from the room. She laughed.

“Oh my God. He won’t say anything, will he?” Her knees weak, she slid into an empty chair as Kate snorted.

“Of course he will. Flynn was ‘magnificent!’”

She sat back and let the humor of the situation wash over her, a self-satisfied smile stretched wide across her face. It didn’t really matter. People were going to find out Flynn and she were having a relationship. They’d all seen them together at the picnic the day before, and it couldn’t do his reputation any harm if people heard he was “magnificent.” Although she would have preferred it a little more private, the deed was already done.

Kate placed a cup of coffee in front of her, and Liberty blew out a quick breath.

“Oh, he really was magnificent and beautiful, so beautiful. I can’t believe he even looked twice at me. I’ve never known a man with such…” She squeezed her fingers together and Kate’s eyebrows shot up. “…muscles. Fabulous, gorgeous muscles.”

Kate took a seat opposite her at the table as a small knowing smile played across her lips.

“Well, you’ve not exactly chosen the alpha male before. They’ve all been rather studious and…”

“Humorless.”

“I haven’t exactly seen Flynn dancing a jig, but he is intense.”

“Brooding, which is very different from my normal type.”

“Yes. I think you’ve always managed to overwhelm them with your buoyant personality.”

“Oh.” A strange flat feeling crept in, swiping at the buoyant personality Kate referred to.

“I don’t mean it that way, Liberty. I mean, you’ve never picked the right man. Someone who can match you.”

“Like you have with Jack.”

Her eyes met Kate’s and the penny dropped. She slapped the table.

“You have an alpha male, and you never told me. You left me to find out all by myself. Jack’s a hunk—not as good-looking as Flynn—but a whole hunk of manly man and you never went for his type before, either.” She pointed an accusing finger across the table at her best friend. “Why didn’t you tell me there was a genetic pre-disposition within this family to be one—good-looking, two—alpha male, and C—cowboys?”

“I did tell you. You were in New Zealand, and if you’d come to my wedding, you would have been surrounded by testosterone. In any case, I got you here as soon as I could, but up until last night you haven’t shown any interest in the cowboys. Apart from a brief look at Buddy, and that didn’t work out too well.”

“It was the night before last actually when I first saw Flynn. He came into Toe Tappers not long after you left. He wasn’t there long, but I spotted him. Oh my goodness, did I spot him…” Her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head with the remembered thrill of seeing him for the first time.

Other books

Sherlock Holmes by George Mann
Dolphins at Daybreak by Mary Pope Osborne
Hunted by Karen Robards
Swinging on a Star by Janice Thompson
Playing With Fire by Cynthia Eden
The Eden Tree by Malek, Doreen Owens
Reasons of State by Alejo Carpentier
Body and Soul by Erica Storm