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

on him as his body writhed underneath her. His gasps and muted groans were the only noise in the clear night air.
    As she smoothed her lips over his groin, Flynn grabbed her hair in one hand, wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, and hauled her up his body so she sprawled her entire length over him.
    “Jesus, Liberty, now before it’s too late.”
    The loud rendering of material as her skirt split didn’t bother her as she spread her legs wide to straddle his body. Impatient, she wrenched the material up to her waist, shoved her underwear to one side, and lowered herself onto him.
    Her soaking excitement helped to accommodate the long slide down his shaft. Flynn’s hands rested on her hips and then gripped as she gave a small rotation to complete their coupling.
    She stilled, the man beneath her adding to her sensual assault as she tipped her head back, closed her eyes and concentrated on the small ripples spreading from her very center in ever-widening circles. She gave an experimental rock against him and almost melted as she felt him swell within her, press deep into her core. He moved his hands up to cup her breasts, swiping rough thumbs over her nipples that sent her racing. Her body rode his, her hips shooting like pistons back and forth. Her breath heaved through burning lungs, and fire streamed through her veins as he bucked beneath her and she gyrated above him.
    Almost out of breath, out of energy, she strived for something, felt it just out of her reach, and then her body tautened like a bowstring. Desperate and frustrated, she cried out and Flynn grabbed her hips with one hand, ramming himself higher inside her. He slipped his fingers between their bodies, and as soon as he placed a featherlike touch to her clitoris, her body exploded in a shower of fireworks. His rock hard penis pulsed inside her and stars blazed behind her closed eyelids.
    Gasping for breath, she flopped onto Flynn’s heaving, sweat-slicked chest, her own damp cheek sticking to his skin as they both struggled to gain a normal heartbeat and a little more oxygen.
    “Oh God, I needed that. I really needed it.” Elated and invigorated, she propped herself up on her elbow and chuckled into Flynn’s quiet brooding face, leaned forward to place her lips on his, and felt him stiffen. His hands shot around to grasp her shoulders, his fingers digging in as he held her from him. Silence stretched out between them, and a hot ball of nauseous disappointment washed over her. Despite the frantic, full on lovemaking, and his breathless aftermath, he appeared to be emotionally unmoved by the entire experience, and it didn’t seem he was too keen on after-sex affection.
    Embarrassed, she wriggled off him and straightened her clothes, tugged her torn skirt back into place, and fought her rucked up bra back around her breasts. Barely able to look at him, she glanced around. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and the almost full moon peeped from behind a small cloud to cast a bright silvery hue over the clearing.
    He gazed up at her, his gorgeous, naked body compelling her to take one more glimpse. He still lay supine, his head now resting in the crook of his arm, tilted so the injured side was tucked into the shadows. The soft glow of moon shine shimmered across his face, highlighting his breath-stopping beauty. His ice cold eyes surveyed her, and the heavy lump in her chest expanded.
    Desperate to break the uncomfortable quietness, she flapped a hand in the direction of her lodge and spluttered out a small embarrassed laugh.
    “Well, perhaps if we’d waited another minute, we could have done it in the comfort of a bed.”
    She cringed at his silent contemplation. Anything further she may have said stuttered to a halt and dried up on the tip of her tongue. She glanced at her lodge and wished she was already there.
    In one fluid movement he sat up, rolled to his feet, and towered above her, blotting out the moonlight for a moment before dipping