Page 96 of Finding New Dreams

In a blur, he shot up and wrapped his arms around me. And suddenly, our thrusts were vertical. I rode him as he bucked under me, each collision forcing us closer to detonation.

I dug my nails into the thick muscles of his shoulders, pushing, angling.

His hands found my breasts again and held them tight as they bounced.

His groans rumbled through me. Louder, louder.

His tongue flicked my nipples, leaving coolness in the rushing air.

My blood fizzed. My bones melted. My voice shook as I cried out his name.

My own name roared from his throat a moment later as he shuddered against me.

He rested his sweaty brow against my slick chest, my heartbeat bumping against him. His harsh breaths warmed my breasts again.

I slid down from that beautiful, golden peak like falling through heavy clouds. And slowly, awareness returned.

I settled into a more comfortable sitting position with my arms looped around his neck.

His eyes searched mine for a moment before he gently kissed my lips. “Give me a minute, sweetheart.”

I nodded, still beyond words. He pulled away from me and disappeared into what I assumed was the bathroom. I’d barely looked when we came into the room.

Easing my slightly shaky body into the jumble of pillows, I relaxed with a sigh. My body was floating, my mind blissfully clear.

“What’s that smile for?” asked Flynn’s voice by the bed.

I glanced at him, still marveling at his delicious body. His hair was mussed, and his lips were smudged red. My lipstick. “You,” I murmured then patted the bed beside me.

He grinned and stretched out next to me. Drawing me into his arms, he played with my hair and stroked the arm I draped over his body.

My eyelids grew heavy. His skin smelled like salt and heat, with just the faintest hint of warm spice. So comforting.

Flynn’s voice filtered through my darkening conscious. “Sweet dreams, Rose.”

I hummed in contentment. “I already did.”

His arms tightened around me, and I faded away into sleep.

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The next morning, my eyes blinked open slowly. They felt dry and itchy. Like my throat.

I swallowed roughly and focused on the dim sunlight glowing behind the floor-to-ceiling curtains I hadn’t noticed before.

A soft snore popped my eyes wide open. I pried my head away from my pillow, and my neck immediately protested. Gripping it, I glanced down at a slumbering, and still naked, Flynn.

Speaking of naked…

I hadn’t even put my underwear back on last night. Crap. And I had to pee.

Biting my lip, I eased away from Flynn’s warm body. No wonder I hadn’t even bothered with sheets last night. Cool air rushed in around my body. I shivered and tiptoed over to the closet where two bathrobes hung. After belting one around my waist, I hurried to the bathroom.

Once I’d relieved myself, I glanced in the mirror and grimaced.

My mascara was flaking around my eyes, but my eyeliner had miraculously stayed on. My lipstick looked more like a stain now. Despite the wreckage, my skin felt soft and supple.

I smiled at my reflection with its crazily curled hair. Sex magic.

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