Page 58 of Sins of a King
“I checked in on you several times.”
“You did?”
He grinned. “You were asleep—every time. How are you feeling?”
“Fine-ish.”
He reached down to help me off the couch. I stood, peering up at him. He was so large. Large and looming, yet I wasn’t afraid.
“I don’t regret what happened between us this morning. I just wanted you to know that,” I clarified.
His eyes narrowed and bore into me. I tried not to shiver. He hauled me up against him, his body hard, his hands settling on my hips as he gently maneuvered me so that my back hit a wall.
“Flynn—”
He closed his eyes like he was struggling for patience. “I’m tired of this. I want you. You want me.”
“True.”
“You’re admitting it?”
“You take care of me.”
“Not in the way you deserve. I didn’t protect you.” Flynn’s jaw clenched with anger.
“I got drugged. You can’t save me from everything.”
“I’m not good at asking for what I want,” he said, his mouth inching closer to mine.
“You don’t seem like the kind of guy that has to ask for anything at all.”
His smile was pure male arrogance. Cocky and knowing. “Exactly.”
I looked up at him and waited. His fingers dipped just below the band of my jeans, skimming the skin of my hipbones. He pressed closer so that his chest grazed my breasts. His lips touched mine, fleetingly, making me want more. But he didn’t oblige. He gently unsnapped my jeans, pulled them down, and toyed with the pink satin ribbons that graced my black lace panties.
“Jesus,” he said. “Is this the kind of stuff you’ve been wearing all this time?”
“Maybe.”
He tugged down the sexy contraption, baring me to him from the waist down. Flynn stared at me so long I almost begged him to do something—waiting for him to touch me, kiss me—was torture.
He glided his hands across my skin. “Spread your legs,” he said, voice low.
I complied immediately, gasping in surprise when Flynn dropped to his knees. He looked up at me, his eyes greedy, voracious, before his tongue snaked out to graze the sensitive skin of my right inner thigh. My legs wobbled and Flynn’s grip tightened, holding me in place.
“You’re going to feel everything,” he commanded, his voice gritty yet firm. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll see galaxies.”
I gazed down at him, running a thumb across his mouth. “You talk too much.”
He grinned—and then he licked me, slowly, thoroughly. My hands sank into his hair as tingles began to move through me. He took me into his mouth, sucking gently, until a startled moan escaped my throat.
“Yes, Barrett,” he murmured against my swollen, heated flesh.
“More,” I demanded. “I want more.”
His fingertips slid up and down my hips, my lower back. His tongue swirled and lathed until I trembled.
“You’re close,” he purred against me.
