Page 76 of Enticing Her Love

“No, babe. I see you every day through the veil of pretending not to really see you. I miss the way you look at me when we’re alone and the way your voice changes when it’s just us. I miss your laughter and the cute expression you get when I flirt with you. I miss the way you feel in my arms, and I miss the feel of your lips on mine. I don’t think I’ve ever missed anyone or anything as deeply as I miss you.”

The sincerity in his voice and his words erased her fear and filled her heart to the brim. Before she could tell him that she missed him in all the same ways and more, he pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss as familiar as that special smile, pushing away her nervousness and bringing a rush of exhilaration.

“Sutton,” he murmured against her lips, and buried his hands in her hair, taking her in a deep, passionate kiss that made her knees buckle.

She clung to him as their lips parted, savoring the feel of one strong arm circling her waist, drawing her tight against him like he wasn’t going to chance her getting away, and oh, how she loved that. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then rested his forehead on hers, and exhaled a breath so full of desire and relief, it drew the truth. “I can’t stop thinking about you, either. About us. I know we were only together for a few days, but I miss it. I miss our closeness. I miss you, Flynn.”

“I’m glad to hear that, because I’m done pretending that I don’t want to climb through the phone and see your face every night.” He took her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it as he led her down to the cabin. He opened the door. “Fair warning. Once you’re inside, I might not ever let you leave.”

“I’ll take my chances.” She stepped inside. Flynn’s cabin was as rugged as he was, all dark wood and expansive windows, with substantial furniture, an open kitchen, stairs that led to a second story, and an entire wall of bookshelves filled from end to end. “I like your place, and with shelves like that, I’ll happily be the Belle to your beast.”

“You haven’t seen the best part yet.” He strode across the room and opened what she thought was a door, but then the wall folded accordion-style, opening the entire living room to a deck that was built over the water.

“Wow.”

They went to the deck, and she took in the smell and sounds of the lake, the chirping of crickets, and the feel of the cool breeze kissing her cheeks. Moonlight illuminated the inky water, which spilled out as far as the eye could see. Lights were strung between poles on the corners of the deck, though they were turned off at the moment, and two cozy-looking loungers sat off to one side, a table and chairs on the other. The deck stepped down to a walkway that led to a second deck off another room, and a boathouse. “This is incredible. You really do have a boat.”

“Mm-hm.”

“I wondered what your place looked like.”

“A little different from the tent you imagined?” His arms circled her from behind, and he kissed her cheek.

She leaned back against his chest, feeling like she could breathe for the first time since they’d come home. “I knew you didn’t live in a tent, but I couldn’t picture you in a house, either. You’re too…”

“Too much like Mowgli?”

She heard the smile in his voice. “Yes. But this feels right.”

“This, as in us, or this, meaning my cabin?”

“Both,” she confessed. “But the doors and the deck and the lake aren’t the best part of your place. You are.”

He tightened his grip on her, his scruff tickling her cheek as he pressed his warm lips to it again. “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured you right here?” He kissed her neck, his hands skimming down her hips. She felt his heart beating sure and steady against her back and closed her eyes, anticipation stacking up inside her. “How often I think about doing this with you out here?” He remained behind her as he unbuttoned her shirt, placing tantalizing kisses along her neck. Cool air washed over her chest as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra and palmed her breast, growling in her ear. “And this.” He emphasized his words by teasing her nipple, sending prickles of heat over her skin.

“Flynn,” she panted out, breathless and needy.

“That’s exactly how I’ve heard you say my name when I fantasized about doing this to you here.” He tugged her skirt up with his other hand, rubbing her through her panties.

“Ohgod…please.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I will please you.” He pushed his hand into her panties, his hard length pressing against her ass, thick fingers sliding between her legs. “You’re so wet for me. Your pussy missed me, too.”

A thrill seared through her at his dirty talk. “So much” came out in one heated breath. He pushed two fingers inside her, using his thumb on her clit. Electricity arced through her. “Flynn—” She reached back, grabbing his outer thighs to combat her wobbly legs. He sealed his mouth over her neck, loving her flesh with his tongue and teeth as he drove her out of her freaking mind. He worked her faster, thick fingers pumping, thumb circling so perfectly, she rose on her toes, on the verge of detonating. “Flynn, please.”

“Tell me, Sutton. Whose face did you see when you came with your toy?”

“Whose do you think?” she panted out.

He slowed his efforts, and she whimpered. “I’m a greedy bastard when it comes to you. I need to hear it. Tell me whose voice you heard whispering in your ear about how sweet your pussy was? About how tight and hot you felt? Whose cock did you fantasize was driving into you?”

“Yours” came out strangled. “But I didn’t want it to be.”

His hand stilled. “Why the hell not?”

“Because I thought we were done. But I never looked at pictures of your brothers. I knew they wouldn’t do anything for me.”

“Fucking right they wouldn’t. Because we both know the only person you want touching you here”—he cupped her sex—“is me.” He ground his hips against her ass. “And my cock only wants you.”