Page 93 of Finding New Dreams

Frowning, I stilled my hand. “Rose? Are you sure you want to do this?”

Her eyes opened wide. “Yes! What made you ask that?”

“I don’t know. Fear, I guess. I just want you to be sure. I’ve never really cared about being someone’s regret before.” My thumb trailed over her lower lip. “But I sure as hell do with you.”

“Flynn.” She placed her hand on my chest over my racing heart. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

Just myself, then.

“I think…I think I’m just a little nervous,” she whispered.

I grasped her chin between my fingers. “Rose, you could take me in that room, throw me down on that bed, and watch a movie with the lights on while we eat our way through the room service menu. Fully clothed. And I would still want to spend all night with you.” I smiled. “But hopefully I’d at least get to cop a feel once in a while if that was your plan.”

She laughed, smoothing away the wrinkle in her brow. “Of course.” She grew serious again. “But no, that wasn’t my plan.”

“Tell me what you want then.” I cupped her jaw, drawing her mouth toward mine. “Tell me what you dream about, Rose. Tell me, and I’ll do it.”

Her breathing turned ragged. Her pulse fluttered wildly beneath my fingertips.

“Follow me,” she whispered against my lips. Then she whirled around and hurried down the hallway.

Growling at the loss of her lips, I strode after her.

She halted in front of a door at the end of the hall and fished a key card out of her purse. A moment later, we were in. The door shut. Complete silence made me feel like we were alone in the world.

A few lamps gave the room a soft glow, and I spotted a heart-shaped hot tub, a bed the size of a small island, a few squishy couches, and a big-ass TV.

But all I needed was the woman in the middle of the room.

I watched as she tossed aside her purse, her shoes, and her headband.

She perched on the back of the couch, crossing her legs, and gave me an assessing look. “Lose the shoes. And socks. And the shirt.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Keep the suspenders? The hat?”

She smiled wickedly. “Ever since you teased me with that ‘suspenders and banana hammock’ comment, I’ve been curious. I’ll settle for just the suspenders.”

I grinned and stripped off my shoes and socks. I reached for a shirt button, but she slid off the couch and rushed toward me.

“Let me.”

I inhaled sharply when her soft fingers grazed my skin. She deftly worked her way to my pants. Then she hesitated. Looked up at me. And slowly tugged my shirt out of my pants, her hands sliding underneath as she did so.

I was rock hard and heavy with want. From so simple a touch.

She eased my suspenders down, then peeled off my shirt and tossed it aside. Smirking now, she brought my suspenders back to my shoulders and gave them a little yank.

I grunted and dug my fingers into her hips.

“Mmm, yes, I think I like this a lot,” she murmured, her fists clutching my suspenders tighter. “Kiss me, Flynn.”

I obeyed instantly, my mouth clamping over hers. Our tongues stroked against each other. Such sweet, wet heat. The kiss built to a frenzy.

She pulled me so tight against her I stumbled, then I backed her up until her ass met a table. I lifted her onto it. Something crashed to the floor, but I didn’t tear my lips from hers. I seized her bare legs and burrowed myself between them.

My fingers tore at her dress. Beads. Sequins. I wanted skin. “Rose,” I groaned.

“Take it off.” Her fingers were already scrabbling at the dress, trying to pull it over her head.

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