Page 95 of Finding New Dreams

“I wish you could be.”

His kiss chased his words, and my eyes slammed shut as his sensuous tongue played with mine. I wrapped my whole body around him. He cradled me against him with one arm while he guided himself between my legs.

His deep voice rumbled. “Look at me, Rose.”

I gazed into his eyes just as he slipped inside me. I gasped and clenched at the sudden fullness.

He groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Hey.” I cupped his rough jaw. “Don’t stop looking at me.”

When he pulled back just enough, I rolled my hips to take him all the way in.

He hissed between his teeth and thrust back. My eyes widened. When I pushed my hips up again, he met me, and we locked at the deepest point. A moan of satisfaction rose in my throat.

A devilish smile curved his lips. “Oh, baby, I want to hear more of those.”

He pulled my hands above my head and kissed me. His thrusts were smooth and sure and ignited an aching need low in my belly.

Noises I’d never heard coming from my mouth—somewhere between gasping and moaning—mixed with his deep breaths.

My teased and tender breasts rubbed against his chest, and I arched, savoring the friction.

One of his hands left my wrists and trailed down to tweak my nipple. I jerked and nipped his lip for that. He grinned against my lips as his hand continued gliding over my ribs to my hip. He gripped it, slamming into me harder.

“Flynn!” I cried out. I dug my heels in to the top of his ass.

“Rose,” he groaned. “Rose…not yet.”

He suddenly slowed down and buried his face in my hair, kissing my neck, teasing my earlobe. “I need to see you.”

Flipping us over, he lay back against the pillows, pressing his thumbs into my hips to keep me upright. His eyes slid over me like he was memorizing every detail.

I kept my spine straight and proud, letting him look his fill. Confidence and boldness were a heady concoction. One I could get drunk on.

His hands started sliding up, but I snatched them and pushed them down by his head.

“My turn,” I said with a smirk.

His eyes flickered with appreciation, but he still rolled his body under me like a wave rocking a tiny boat.

I traced my fingertips over his broad shoulders to his taut pecs and even tauter nipples. I pinched them, and he groaned, his eyes rolling back.

Grinning, I traced the narrow pathways of his abs and ribs down to the valley of his hips. To where his body joined mine.

Curious, I clenched my internal muscles, and he bolted upright, his eyes wide. His hands grasped my arms.

“Holy shit, Rose!” he thundered. “You’re torturing me!”

I laughed, giving him a consolatory kiss before gently pushing him back down. “Tell me how I torture you, Flynn.” I started moving up and down. “And maybe I’ll stop.”

He was silent for a moment, staring at me while I danced over him. His hands clenched to fists. Maybe to keep from touching me.

“You feel too good,” he said, his voice jagged with need. “Like I could explode in a heartbeat. But I don’t want to.” He sucked in a sharp breath as I pressed a kiss to his chest. But his voice grew stronger, deeper. “I’m desperate to touch you. To learn every inch of your body. But I also want you to know me. See how you affect me.”

His words tugged at me, stretching my desire tight. I moaned. My pace increased.

“Touch now,” I gasped. “Learn later. I need you, Flynn.”

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