Those serious eyes continue to just stare at me, but he says, “I’m not sure. You better give me a once over.”
I know he means nothing by it. I just know it. But damn if his words don’t sound like sin, and my skin tightens in anticipation of looking over his body.
“Okay,” I say, internally wincing at the fact that my voice sounds breathless.
Flynn doesn’t move and I assume he expects me to inspect him from where he’s sitting. I do a quick lean across the bed to take a look at his back. I didn’t expect to see anything there, but it didn’t stop me from enjoying the smooth skin and hard muscles that greet me.
As I straighten up, I look over the side of his face that is nearest to me, since I know he took a few blows up there. I see nothing but a purple bruise near his temple and my fingers reach out to touch him. Gently prodding the skin, I assure myself there is no cut and let my fingers drift away.
Sneaking a quick glance at Flynn, he’s still looking at me with the same somberness as earlier, but now his eyes look a little more heated. If I’m not mistaken, my touch has done that and that thought alone causes my stomach to flip end over end with awareness.
Walking around to his other side, I check out that part of his face, relieved to see it looks fine. I look over his other arm and it is also unmarked. Outside of the large bruise to his ribs, I can’t see any other injuries that need tending on this side, and part of me is a little disappointed.
I reach over for the bottle cap and say, “I think that’s it.”
“You missed one.”
Straightening up with the bottle still in hand, I look at him. “Where?”
“My lip. One of those guys caught me under the chin with his knee and my lip got caught in between my teeth slamming together.”
I can’t see an obvious wound so I walk around to his front and lean in, peering at his lips. They are full and look soft, and in my dream, they felt like satin. “I don’t see anything.”
“It’s there. You might have to look a little closer.” As he says this, his legs shift apart just a tad more, making room for me to walk closer.
Whether the move is made innocently or not, my blood chooses to surge through my veins the minute my brain considers stepping in between those powerful legs. I pull my eyes up from his lips and when they meet his, my lungs contract painfully. His brows are furrowed in slightly and his eyelids are at half-mast. He’s looking at me with a lazy, sensual appraisal and in that moment, there is no doubt that Flynn Caldwell is sexually attracted to me. It causes my lower stomach to tighten and my panties immediately get wet. The sudden rush of sexual awareness is so intense on my part, I actually have to squeeze my legs together to alleviate the pleasurable pulse I’m feeling there.
Before I can even think what to say, Flynn’s hands come up to my hips and he pulls me closer. My hands reach out to grip his shoulders, not because I’m in danger of falling, but because I want to touch him the way he’s touching me.
We are so close now; our faces are only inches apart. There’s just as much room separating the tops of my thighs from the dark mystery that lays beyond the blue towel, which I’m sure has even parted further, although I don’t look for fear of perishing from pleasure.
Our eyes are locked on each other, neither one of us moving, neither one of us saying a thing. I move my right hand from his shoulder and bring it up to lay lightly against his cheek. Then I drag my fingers across his face, over to his chin. I lightly run my thumb across his bottom lip and his mouth parts for me.
Just on the inside of his lower lip, I see two cuts, presumably made by his two front teeth. They aren’t bleeding but they are red and angry looking.
“Oh my God... you do have cuts here!” I pull his lip down further so I can take a better look.
Flynn starts chuckling. “I told you so. Why did you think I asked you to look closer?”
His words slam into my like an icy glacier and I try to pull back, but his hands hold my hips tight. I start fumbling around for words. “I thought... I mean, you said you had a cut, but then I couldn’t see one... and then you pulled me closer... so I thought...”
I feel Flynn’s fingertips dig into my flesh and he pulls me in a fraction closer. My hands go back to his shoulders and his muscles jump when our skin makes contact.
“How about you just kiss it and see if you can make it better?”
My confused brain is trying to catch up. I thought he was attracted to me, and then I thought he wasn’t... now it appears he is. I’m not even sure I know which way is up right now.
“You want me to kiss you?”
“Well... how else will I know how bad the cut is until I try to use my lips?” His voice is so serious, his eyes reflecting the same, but the slight curve to his mouth tells me he’s enjoying this banter.
With Flynn sitting on the bed, my face is at the same level as his. Our bodies are perfectly aligned for me to kiss him soundly. I could just lean forward, ever so slightly, and my lips would touch his. I can tell that is exactly what he expects me to do.
I take one step in further until the outside of my thighs graze the inside of his and our chests touch. The closeness demands I wrap my arms fully around his neck and I do so. I hold my head back just a touch, so our lips are the last thing that will touch.
We stare at each other, silently. Our faces are so close, my eyes glaze over a bit trying to look into his.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” I whisper.
His arms wrap around me, squeezing me closer.
“Okay,” he whispers back.
I don’t waste any time before I press my mouth against his. We mutually open up to each other and I tilt my head sideways. Our mouths move against each other, tasting... testing boundaries.
One of Flynn’s hands moves from around my back to hold the back of my head, pushing me in tighter to him. His tongue slips into my mouth at the same time and at the first contact with mine, both of groan loudly.
The kiss turns more fevered and I’m riddled with the need to touch more of him. As if sensing the urge within me, Flynn’s hands drop and grip under my ass. In one smooth move, he scoots his butt further back on the bed and hauls me onto his lap. As my legs part to straddle him, my gaze travels down and I see the towel has opened completely. A moan of appreciation slips out when I see how hard he is.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be responsible for the way you walk tomorrow.”
His sinful words shoot lust through my body as I imagine Flynn fucking me so hard I can’t walk and my eyes slam back into his. The gaze only lasts a second before his mouth is back on mine and his hands are tangled in my hair.
I’m completely overwhelmed by the intimacy that swirls around us. Flynn’s mouth is almost inducing catatonia in me while his hands are causing mini-volcanic eruptions everywhere they touch.
Falling, falling, falling... fast.
I struggle to clear my head, and remember that we are friends.
Just friends.
I should pull back and stop this before we both do something stupid and ruin our friendship.
Yes...pull back. That’s what I should do.
I will.
In just a moment.
After we kiss for just a bit more.
12
I’m into the second day of my three-day shift and I stare at the loudspeaker on the wall, willing it to crackle and spit to life with a call. I’m jonesing for a call... even if it’s to get a fucking cat out of a tree.
Something.
Anything to get my mind off Rowan.
We had made out like two sex-starved teenagers the other day, both of us too hesitant to move past second base. I’m not sure why we didn’t go further, because there was nothing more that I wanted to do than strip Rowan naked, lay her out on the bed, and make her come hard. I wanted her to reach down between my legs, take my aching dick in her hands, and give me the same pleasure.