Page 122 of Enticing Her Love

“God, Sutton. How can we feel this good?”

Her eyes found his again, so full of want and need, it clawed at him. He thrust deeper into her, their mouths colliding. He pushed his arms beneath her, cradling her as they found their rhythm. Their kisses were deep and smoldering, their thrusts passionate and eager. But it was the whole of them, the world they were creating, the feel of her softness against his hard frame, the trust they put in the hands of each other, that had him holding her tighter, loving her harder.

He rolled them onto their sides, hiking her leg over his hip, and cupped her ass. Driving into her slower, deeper. His heart thundered, his emotions as raw as they were powerful. He dipped his head beside hers, grazing her shoulder with his teeth. “Flynn,” she said pleadingly. Her fingers dug into his flesh as he quickened his efforts. “I’ve got you, baby.” He held her tighter, loving her more forcefully. Her inner muscles tightened around him, testing his restraint. She panted out, “Ohgodohgodohgod.”

“Ride me.” He held her hips as he rolled onto his back, still buried deep inside her. He thrust as she pressed her hands to his chest, arching like a goddess in the moonlight as she rode him. Her hair bounced over her breasts. He moved one hand to her clit.

“Oh, yes—”

“That’s it, baby. Fuck me like you own me.”

Her eyes blazed wickedly into his, and they both went a little wild. He groped her breast, pinching her nipple, and she cried out, “Again.” He did it again, and she rode him faster. Just when he felt her thighs tense and her inner muscles clamp down around his cock, she pinched his nipple, sending a bolt of lightning straight to his balls, severing his restraint at the same moment as her climax consumed her. Every sensation felt new and explosive as they thrust and moaned. Their bodies grew slick despite the cool air, and they lost themselves in a world of pleasure.

When the last aftershock rocked through them, he gathered her in his arms, cocooning her from the chilly air.

“Can we stay right here forever?” she whispered against his neck.

He closed his eyes, soaking in those sweet murmurs. “Absolutely.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

THEY DIDN’T QUITE make it forever, but they lay tangled together beneath the stars until the air grew too cold, and Sutton was shivering. Flynn helped her dress, and then he picked up his shirt and held it up for her. “Put this on.”

“No, you need it.”

“Sutton, I’m fine. I’m always hot around you.”

“Lucky me. Thank you,” she said as he put it on her.

She looked like a naughty waif in his shirt. He dressed and draped his tie around his neck, wrestling with the feeling that like all their nights together, he wasn’t ready for this one to end. All too soon, they’d be back at work again, pretending not to be tumbling down that unexpected hill.

“Can we just sit for a few minutes and drink some champagne?” she asked. “I’m not ready to go back yet.”

“It’s like you read my mind.” He opened the champagne, and they sat on the hill. “To us.” He handed her the bottle.

“To us.” She took a sip, then handed it back to him.

He took a sip. “What’s the plan tomorrow?”

“There’s a brunch at my parents’ house with Indi’s family, and I thought we’d leave after that. I mean, if you can stick around for it.”

“There’s no place I’d rather be.”

“Good.” She leaned her head on his shoulder.

He put his arm around her, and they sat for a long time, sipping champagne, gazing out at the gorgeous views of the island and the lighthouse in the distance, its beam sprinkling light over the dark water. For the hundredth time while he was with her, he was struck by an unmatched sense of closeness. Only this time, he had the urge to share it.

“Hey babe, do you mind if I take a picture of us?”

“Why would I mind?”

“Just making sure. I asked Tara if I could see the pictures from the wedding when she’s done doing her thing, so I can buy some, but I’d like to send one to my family tonight.”

“You want to buy pictures from her?” she asked with surprise.

“Yes. You looked so happy with your family. I figured you want some of them, and I know I do.” He took out his phone and snapped a picture of them with their heads leaning together, and then he took one while he kissed her, making her laugh, which of course he caught in another picture.

“Can I see them?”