Flynn's Kiss (Disarmed & Dangerous) by Diane Saxon Read Free Book Online Page A

jerked her forward. She tripped, came up against his solid chest, and giggled again as they reached the edge of the clearing.
    “I’m sorry.”
    “S’okay.” He made to walk away, but she looped her arms around his waist.
    “Wait. Wait. Have you seen the stars, Flynn?” He’d be hard pushed not to. The night sky was filled with them, layer upon layer glittered brightly with no light contamination from their surroundings to dim the effect.
    “Nope.”
    Her hold precarious, she leaned away and waved her arm erratically in the air to indicate the canopy of stars beyond the darkness of the trees.
    “Look. It’s so clear. You can see every star in the sky.” Her body rolled with the Earth as she peered up at the heavens. A warm shimmer passed over Liberty as he wrapped his arms around her and allowed her to lean back, taking her weight. Her hips came into contact with his thighs, and she tipped her head to stare at the rooftop of glittering stars above.
    “Beautiful.”
    “Yeah,” he breathed.
    A quick thrill danced across her skin. The cowboy wasn’t staring at the galaxy, but his intense gaze was directed straight at her. She returned her hands to rest them on his waist as her fingers curled in his plain black T-shirt and balled it up.
    “Aren’t you cold?”
    “Nope.”
    She slid her fingers underneath the soft material, stroked the warm, satin skin along his hard waistline, and heard his soft intake of breath. She kneaded her thumbs into the contours of his taut flesh and smoothed her palms up his chest to feel his perfectly defined pectorals, smiling as they twitched beneath her fingers.
    Determined to see what lay beneath the black T-shirt, she pushed it up, delighted as he lifted his arms to help and hauled it over his own head, to drop it on the ground at their feet. The moonlight hit his skin and defined all the hard satin contours of his body, all the dips and rises of his lean form. The smattering of black hair across his chest and the thin line down his flat stomach enticed a girl to follow it with her finger and dip it past the belt on his jeans.
    A quiet hum of appreciation rumbled through her throat, and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and simply stroking gentle fingertips over his bronzed skin. Sucking in her breath, she let it out again in a long, slow sigh and leaned in closer to appreciate the goose bumps that began rippling across the smoothness of his flesh.
    She skimmed her fingers up his chest and feathered them over his nipples, delighting in the low moan she felt rumble through him. With considerable concentration, she circled her fingertip around and around, felt them harden, and couldn’t resist moving her head the small distance to Flynn, placing her lips over his pebbled nipple and drawing his cool flesh deep into her hot mouth.
    “Liberty…” It sounded like a plea. Flynn moved his hand to cup the back of her head, drew her in closer as his chest expanded and a deep moan vibrated under her lips.
    She glided her hands down his sides, enchanted to feel his muscles ripple under her fingertips. Bold now, she worked her hands between them, scraped her teeth across his breast as she unhooked his jeans and pushed them, together with his underpants, over his narrow hips, ran her hands around to grip his ass, and squeezed with total appreciation of his strong, flexing muscles.
    The cool of the evening no longer affected her as molten heat spread through her veins, licking at her flesh, warming her body. She whipped his shirt from around her shoulders, flung it on the ground, and dragged him down to lie on it.
    Desperate, she grappled his trousers farther down his legs, and then gave up as they stuck at his knees. Dipping her head, she nipped him there as a punishment, then soothed with her warm, wet tongue, blazing a trail from his flexed muscles above his knee, to cruise along his inner thigh, pausing to nibble and stroke, reveling in the torture she seemed to be inflicting