Game for Tonight by Karen Erickson Read Free Book Online

wanted more, that she wanted those assured fingers right on the front of her panties, but then he hesitated. For a split second that she should’ve never noticed, but she did. Her eyes flew open, and the first thought that came to mind flew right out of her mouth.
    “Flynn, tell me the truth.” She paused for a millisecond before she blurted, “Are you really a virgin?”
    …
    Flynn stopped in his pursuit of removing a pair of pretty white panties and lifted his head to find Aubrey watching him, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her brows lowered in worry.
    Aw, hell. Had she really just asked that? He’d been hoping they could move right on into sex and she wouldn’t question him. Being with Aubrey, kissing her, touching her…it felt good. He liked the way she looked at him. As though he was her hero and personal sex god, all wrapped up in one.
    Women acted as if they wanted to service him. As if they wanted to please only him, forget if they had their own mind or opinions.
    Not Aubrey. She was all about seeking her pleasure, too, and he liked it. She was allowed to be a little selfish. So was he.
    But he really didn’t want to have this particular conversation right now. Not when he was about to get his fingers beneath her panties and find out just how hot and wet she was.
    “Forget it.” She shook her head, closing her eyes tight as she flopped back against the mattress. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath the dress—he really needed to take that off—and she slung her arm across her eyes. As if she were afraid to face him. “Forget I even asked that question. I hope I didn’t spoil the mood. Tell me I didn’t spoil it, Flynn.”
    He didn’t say a word. Merely crawled onto the mattress, pinning her beneath him, his knees on either side of her hips, his hands braced on the pillow where her head lay, caging her in. Reaching for her arm, he lifted it away from her eyes, and she let it flop to her side. “You’re not spoiling it,” he murmured. It was come-clean time. Apprehension rode him hard, and he took a deep breath, ready to be honest.
    Ready to be real.
    But he took one look at Aubrey, and the words stalled in his throat. Her eyes were wide and fathomless. She looked scared. As if maybe she didn’t want to know the truth? He really hoped that wasn’t the case, because he was going for it. Besides, she wouldn’t rat him out. She was his publicist, for God’s sake.
    Yeah, your publicist, you moron. The one who’s always looking for an angle to share with the media and make you look better to your adoring fans. What better way to make you look like a saint than declaring to the eager public that you are, indeed, a virgin?
    Well, God willing, he was about to lose that burden here soon.
    “You don’t have to answer that question,” she blurted, pressing her lips together when she was done.
    Screw it. “I’m going to answer the question.” Dipping down, he nuzzled his face against hers, taking her mouth in a quick, hot kiss before he broke away to stare down at her. “It’s true.”
    Her eyes went even wider, if that was possible. “Really?”
    Never looking away from her, he nodded. “I don’t want to get into a long conversation about my past sexual experiences right now, since…” He thrust his hips against hers, nice and slow, smiling at the choked sound that escaped her. “But just so you know, I’m not a complete amateur.”
    The wide-eyed, startled look left her and, in its place, came a sultry smile. The sight of it about knocked him over. “I would never call you an amateur, Flynn.”
    Thank God for that, because he was going to put all of his hard work and effort into pleasuring Aubrey tonight. He approached everything in life like he did football—with equal parts determination and extreme, unwavering focus.
    Lifting up so he rested on his knees, he grabbed at her dress and started tugging it up, past her breasts—revealing the matching white bra, holy hell—and