Yet here he was, completely caught up in Aubrey.
“I want to kiss you everywhere,” he whispered against her lips just before he slipped down the length of her body, doing just that. He mapped her body with his mouth. Her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, his tongue lingered on her nipples, giving them plenty of attention. He rained kisses across her trembling stomach, her hipbones, the gentle slope of soft, pale skin that led to her sex. He could smell her, wanted to devour her, but he skipped over where she most likely wanted him to go, pressing his mouth to her inner thigh. She moaned and he glanced up at her, saw that she watched him, and a surge of lust rode over him, making his cock hard all over again.
Crazy.
“You like watching me touch you?” When he was with Aubrey, he felt bolder. Comfortable. So comfortable, he wasn’t worried about the upcoming game, the importance of it, what was expected of him. All the stuff that usually ate at him from within and made him want to work stronger, harder, faster dissipated into the air.
All he could focus on was the naked woman in his bed.
“Yeah,” she whispered, a little smile curving her lips. “Even when you’re being a tease.”
“You teased me,” he pointed out, smoothing his hands along her bare legs. Curving his palm over her knee, down her calf, marveling at how silky soft her skin was. He could touch her forever. All night long.
“And I know you loved it.” She ran her hand over his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. “Don’t stop, Flynn. Please.”
Without a word he settled his mouth over her, somehow knowing exactly what she wanted. She closed her eyes and arched into him, her fingers tight in his hair. She was so wet and hot, fragrant with her desire, and, fuck, he couldn’t get over it. Couldn’t get over that he was with Aubrey, eating her like he was a man starved, sliding his fingers deep inside her body and making her cry out.
He was falling for her. He knew it. Did she feel the same way? He didn’t know, wasn’t sure, and he hated that.
“Oh God, oh God,” she chanted, her hips lifting. He slid another finger inside her, thrusting deep, circling her clit with his tongue before he drew it between his lips and sucked. She cried out sharply, clutching his hair as the tremors started from deep within her and spread out. He literally felt the orgasm move through her, wash over her, and he watched in complete fasciation, overwhelmed at the intimate moment they were sharing. Overwhelmed with his feelings for her, too.
He let her ride out the orgasm, his mouth never leaving her the entire time, until, with a final shuddering exhale, she slumped onto the mattress like she was melting. He moved away from her just as she threw her arm over her eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly, nipples hard and a dark rosy pink. He wanted to suck them. Still. Again. More.
That was the word of the night. More, more, more. It rattled around in his brain, made him feel like a man possessed. That’s all he wanted. More naked skin on skin, more sex, more kissing, more sweet smiles and trembling moans and orgasms and…
Aubrey.
Glancing down at himself, he saw he was rock hard. He’d come only minutes ago, with an orgasm that had completely drained him. Yet he’d like nothing more than to thrust deep inside her and fuck her straight into oblivion.
Grimacing, he shifted up the mattress so he was lying beside her. Fuck was such a harsh word. He’d never thought of himself as a romantic, but maybe he was. He didn’t want to just fuck Aubrey. He wanted to…
Make love? That sounded so serious. Those two little words sounded so “we’re in a relationship so we only make love,” and their relationship hadn’t reached that point. But they weren’t just fuck buddies, either. What he felt for Aubrey was more than that.
What exactly do you feel for her?
Tough question he didn’t really want to analyze at the moment, thank you very much.
She turned toward him, slipping her arms around him and resting her head on his chest. He held her close, his mouth on her forehead, and she tilted her head back, her lips pursed for his kiss, which he delivered.
“We’re not done, are we?” She sounded drowsy, a little worn out, and he chuckled, kissing her again.
“No.” He thrust his hips against her slowly so she could feel exactly what she’d done to him. “I’m not even close to being done.”
A lazy, wicked smile curled her lips. Her hair was a mess. Her cheeks were flushed. She looked thoroughly satisfied, and he liked that he was the one who put that expression on her face.
“Good,” she said simply, squirming closer to him. Her hard nipples brushed against his chest, and when she wrapped one leg around his hip, opening herself to him, he could literally feel the heat emanating from her body. “Because I’m not close to being done, either.”
Their kiss consumed. Devoured. Tongues tangling, hands everywhere, soft whispers and shuddery moans escaped them. Somehow he found a condom on the bedside table and tore into the wrapper, sliding the condom on quickly. He loomed above her on his knees, so intent on getting ready to plunge inside of her that it took him a moment to realize just how gorgeous she looked, spread out like an offering before him.
Sex had never seemed like a big deal to him. Merely a means to an end, and he’d never let it go too far for fear he’d become distracted. He’d needed to focus on the game. On the win. On his career.
He was finally realizing there was more to life than the game. Than winning. Than his career. He could have a personal life and a professional one. They could coexist. Hell, he could have it all.
And he wanted to have it all with Aubrey.
She reached for him and curled her fingers around his cock, pushing him out of his thoughts. He glanced down at her, pressed his lips together when she began to stroke him, and he closed his eyes, lost to the sensation of her touch. “Feels so good,” he murmured.
“It’ll feel even better when you’re inside me,” she said, her throaty voice full of promise.