Page 98 of The Jack*ss in Class

“Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice tight with restraint.

I nodded, adjusting to the newness of having him inside me. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

He began to move, his eyes never leaving my face as he watched for any sign of discomfort. The initial strangeness gave way to pleasure as our bodies found a rhythmtogether. He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit again, circling in time with his thrusts.

“Flynn,” I gasped, my body tightening around him. “That feels?—”

“Good?” he asked, his voice strained. “Tell me, Tempest. I need to hear you.”

“So good,” I managed. “Don’t stop.”

He moved faster, deeper, his control visibly slipping as pleasure built between us. I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him closer, wanting more of him.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Take what you need. Show me what you want.”

His words, his touch, the feeling of him moving inside me, it all became too good. The tension that had been building shattered, and the orgasm hit me even harder than before. I called his name, my fingers digging into his shoulders as my body clenched around him.

Flynn faltered, buried his face in my neck, a groan tearing from his throat, and came right along with me. For several heartbeats, we remained locked together, our breathing ragged, our skin damp with sweat rather than rain.

Slowly, carefully, he rolled to the side, taking me with him so that I lay half-across his chest. His hand traced lazy patterns on my back as our breathing gradually returned to normal.

“Flynn—”

“I know it’s too soon,” he said quickly. “I know we haven’t been doing this, us, for very long. But Tempest, I... I’m absolutely nuts about you. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”

A short time ago, I would have thought that was a line. I would have put my walls up, and I definitely wouldn’t have believed him. Instead, I searched inside my heart and said, “Me neither.”

His smile could have lit up the darkened cabin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I settled back against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

Outside, the storm continued to rage, wind and rain battering the small cabin. But inside, wrapped in Flynn’s arms, I felt safer than I ever had before. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t hiding. Wasn’t pretending to be someone I wasn’t.

With him, I was just Tempest. And somehow, miraculously, that seemed to be exactly who he wanted.

“I want to tell you about something. Something important to me, about me.” The words came easier in the dark, in the safety of his arms.

He shifted, his hand coming up to stroke my hair. “You can tell me anything.”

I took a deep breath. He waited, giving me space to find the words. No pressure, no impatience. Just acceptance.

“I’m not just here on spring break. I was, am working,” I said finally. “I was meeting my agent, and FlixNChill, because I write romance novels and they want to make them into a series.”

There. It was out. The secret I’d guarded so carefully, revealed in the aftermath of the most intimate night of my life. I held my breath, waiting for his reaction.

Flynn’s hand stilled in my hair, then resumed its gentle stroking. “Is that what you’re always writing in thatnotebook? The one you slam shut whenever I get too close?”

I nodded against his chest, not trusting myself to speak.

“That’s... cool as shit, babe.” The genuine admiration in his voice made me look up. “You’re already a published author? While still in college?”

“You’re not... disappointed? Or weirded out?”

His brow furrowed. “Wait, they are dirty, aren’t they?”

I snort-laughed and definitely blushed a little. “Yeah, I write pretty spicy stuff.”

“Tempie, my girlfriend, writes dirty romance novels. I’m the luckiest man on the planet.”

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