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My body locked tight at her question, and when she finally dragged her gaze up to mine, I wanted to shout with victory at the raw need I found there.

“Fuck yes,” I groaned.

She grinned. “I like that answer.”

Chapter Eleven

Chiara

The door fell open behind me as Flynn devoured my mouth, his body pressing mine into the door so that when it opened, we almost stumbled. I laughed and he caught me, kissing me again, slamming the door closed with his foot. He didn’t even lift his head as he engaged the lock and started walking me backwards into the room. I’d left the bedside lamp on earlier, so the room was awash in a warm glow of light.

Sliding my hands to the hem of his shirt, I pulled it out from his jeans and began unbuttoning it with shaky hands, desperate for him.

“Flynn?” I whispered breathlessly against his lips before he kissed his way down my neck.

“Hmm?”

I struggled to put my thoughts into a coherent sentence when his teeth grazed over my pulse-point, but somehow, I managed. “Are you sure you won’t—oh,godyes, that feels good—umm… are you sure you won’t get into any trouble?”

“I’m sure,” he muttered before pushing my shaking hands out of the way and yanking his shirt over his head. My breath left me in a whoosh as I took in his bare chest. I mean, I’d seen it before, but knowing I was about to get really up close and personal with him made it an entirely new experience.

I reached out to touch his chest, amazed at the solid wall of muscle. I traced the ranger tattoo over his heart before moving on. Slowly, I slid my fingers down, in rapture over the feel of hisdefined pecks, the bumps and ridges that made up his incredible well-built torso.

“Fuck, Angel. I’d let you touch me at your leisure any other time, but I need you now,” Flynn said, his voice a deep rumble. My gaze snapped back to his face to see those intense green eyes burning down at me, and I lost my breath all over again.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked, feeling bold. There was just something about Flynn that made me confident enough to say what I wanted to.

“Do you want me, Angel?” he asked, his voice low and sending a quiver through my lower abdomen.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“You want my cock?”

“I want all of you,” I replied quickly. A spark of emotion flashed across his eyes, but it was gone before I could name it. Lightning-quick, his hand shot out to tangle in my hair, and he hauled me against him, his mouth hungrily taking mine, feeding off it. Just like that, I was a goner. I wanted him so badly; I was burning up.

Running his fingers up my back, he found the zipper for my dress and with a torturously slow slide, he dragged it down to the base of my spine. I shivered as cool air hit it, and without lifting his mouth from mine, Flynn began pulling it down.

I was tempted to pull away, shyness trying to creep over me again, but I held firm.

He chuckled against my lips, the sound low and seductive, and I slowly pried my eyes open to look up at him.

“What?”

“You’re thinking too loudly, Angel. Don’t think; just feel.”

I swallowed hard. “I-I don’t know how to let go like that.”

He considered my words for a moment, his dark gaze caressing my face before he nodded slowly as if he’d come to some sort of conclusion. “You need me to help shut off your mind?”

I hesitated. “How would you do that?”

The smile he gave me was ten types of sinful and all kinds of knowing. “Leave that to me. Do you trust me?”

I nodded before I gave it much thought, because I did. I’d never not trusted Flynn, and the look on his face, the way he touched me, all told me I could trust him with my body too.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered softly, and a small shiver worked its way up my spine, making my nipples harden and core to spasm. At my sharp intake of breath, Flynn’s expression eyes flashed knowingly.

Slowly, he let my dress fall to the ground from where it had been bunched at my hips, and I was left standing in my matching bra and panties and small heels. Stepping back, Flynn’s eyes raked over me slowly, and everywhere his gaze touched felt like a trail of fire being left behind.

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