Page 27 of Enticing Her Love

He pulled her shirt off, openly drinking in the sight of her bare breasts. She had a fleeting thought about him being her boss, but their mouths fused together, obliterating her ability to think at all. He took her nipple between his finger and thumb, squeezing just hard enough to send rivers of heat slithering down her core. She moaned, arching beneath him, and then he was kissing a path down her neck. His hot breath hit her breast a second before his lips and tongue wreaked havoc with her sanity. She clung to him as he kissed and licked painfully close to her nipple, his tongue sliding around it, making the taut peak ache and burn.

“Flynn,” she begged, burying her hands in his hair and holding tight.

“I like your hands on me.” His eyes went volcanic. “Don’t be gentle.”

Holy cow. This man…

She tightened her fists in his hair, earning the sexiest growl she’d ever heard. He continued his sensual torture, licking, kissing, and sucking each of her breasts without touching her nipples. Lust coiled tighter and hotter inside her with every touch of his lips, every slick of his tongue, until she was barely breathing. He recaptured her mouth in a brutal kiss, pressing his hard cock against her neediest parts. He rocked and gyrated, putting mind-numbing pressure where she needed it most as he deepened their kisses, igniting every nerve in her body until she was trembling, on the verge of losing it. How was that even possible? Most men couldn’t find that magical spot with a map, much less get her there that fast, fully dressed.

He trapped her lower lip between his teeth and tugged, sending a bolt of heat between her legs. She whimpered needily.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He reclaimed her mouth, his cock working the best kind of magic through their clothing. Her panties were drenched, and she was hanging on to her sanity by a thread. He shifted off her.

No. Come back.

His hot lips came down over her breast, sucking her nipple to the roof of his mouth as he pushed his fingers beneath the waistband of her pants and left them there, scalding and tempting.

“Touch me,” she pleaded, and felt him smiling against her skin as he pushed his big hand into her panties. She’d never been so thankful for loose cotton pajama bottoms.

“I’ve wanted to touch you for too damn long,” he rasped. His thick fingers slid over her clit, sending scintillating sensations skating through her. “Mm. So ready to come for me, baby.” He lowered his mouth to her breast again, grazing his teeth over her nipple as he drove her out of her mind with his fingers. She closed her eyes, heart racing, every inch of her vibrating. Desire pounded through her veins, billowing inside her until it throbbed beneath her skin. He sucked her nipple hard and pushed his fingers inside her, taking her higher and higher, until she was whisper-begging, “Can’t take it…please…ohgod…” He pressed his thumb on her clit, sending an orgasm crashing over her like a bullying wave. Swells of pleasure consumed her and “Flynn—” flew from her lungs like a prayer. Her inner muscles pulsed around his fingers as she rode his hand like it was made for her pleasure.

Just as she started coming down from the peak, he sent her soaring again. She pulled at his hair, hips bucking with every surge of pleasure, until she collapsed on the hard ground, trying to catch her breath. His mouth came coaxingly down over hers, and he breathed air into her lungs. One hand threaded into her hair, while his other slid up her belly, cupping her breast, teasing her nipple with feathery touches that had her body twitching with aftershocks. When he kissed his way down her breasts and stomach, she grabbed his arms. “Wait.” She’d used her body wipes to clean herself up, but it wasn’t the same as bathing. “I feel dirty.”

A slow grin slid into place. “I like you dirty.”

“Flynn.” She laughed. “I mean—”

“I know what you mean, and I don’t give a fuck. I want my mouth on you.”

Even in the dark, she could see him looking at her like she was the only thing on earth he wanted.

He pressed a kiss just above her belly button. “I want to taste you when you come.”

Her body screamed, Yes, please. “I want that, too.”

She’d never had her pants taken off so fast. As Flynn’s mouth made her body sing, she didn’t care what was outside the tent. Desire burned inside her with every slick of his tongue, every graze of his teeth, filling every crack and sliver until she ached with the need to come.

“So fucking sweet.” The lust in his voice drew a moan. She fisted her hands in the sleeping bag beneath them as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, feasting on her. His scruff abraded her inner thighs in an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure. Her desperate sounds filled the tent as he quickened his efforts, using his hands and mouth to send her careening into oblivion. “Ohgodohgod—” The world spun away, her body quivering and quaking. Flynn was relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure, giving her a repeat performance that drew wild sounds from her lungs, leaving her breathless and boneless.

He kissed all around her sex and inner thighs, slicking his tongue along her sensitive flesh. She was vaguely aware of him putting her underwear and sleeping pants on her, kissing her body as he crawled up it. He brushed his lips over hers. Her eyes fluttered open as he whispered, “Damn, Sutton,” and his mouth came down over hers in an unexpectedly tender kiss that had her melting against him.

“That was incredible.” She was too blissed out to move. “Give me a minute to get my brain to function, and then I’ll scramble yours.”

He smiled and kissed her again. “No need. I’m used to going to bed hard from thinking about you. This is a thousand times better. Thank you for trusting me.”

His words burrowed deep into her chest as he helped her put on her shirt and gathered her in his arms, spooning her, his body cocooning hers. “You’re safe with me.” He kissed her cheek. “Get some sleep.”

“You do have a sweet side,” she whispered.

“Stop telling yourself lies, and get some sleep.”

She snuggled into him and drifted off to sleep wondering what lies she’d have to tell herself tomorrow.

Chapter Nine

SUTTON AWOKE FEELING achy from hiking with a heavy backpack, too warm, and damp. Not the good kind of damp. The kind of damp caused by humidity, not by Flynn, who wasn’t in the tent. She had no idea when he’d gotten up, but the fact that he wasn’t beside her made her stomach knot up as last night came rushing back in vivid, heart-pounding detail. She’d been so worked up, she hadn’t thought twice about taking that first kiss, and wow, could he kiss. She could still taste him, still feel his hands and mouth on her, and still hear his gruff voice, thick with lust and unspoken promises. I’m so fucking attracted to you, I can’t be near you without wanting you…So ready to come for me, baby…So fucking sweet. Her body ignited anew.

What is wrong with me? What was I thinking, coming onto my boss?