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Flinn makes a noise, not exactly a protest … or at least, I don’t think he’s wanting to stop the direction this is hurtling toward.

“Talk to me,” I coax gently, all while continuing to push his jacket off. Slowing the movements of my hands while his eyes search my own. Flinn could put a halt to this if he wanted—he could tell me no. “Do you like this?”

He nods. Swallows. The strong line of his throat dips. “I was in a shitty long-distance relationship.” His tongue swipes a hesitant track across his bottom lip. “He said he wanted to wait. Wanted to take things slow. So, I respected that.”

My hands keep moving, keep exploring, finally being allowed to map the way his torso feels. He’s so damn solid, it makes my mouth water.

“Turns out he was more than happy to take things slow with several other guys at the same time,” he says quietly.

“His loss,” I murmur, dropping my hands to catch the hem of his shirt. Curling my fingers beneath the fabric lets me stroke the skin low on his stomach and we both shudder at the sensation.

Flinn catches my wrists, stilling my movements. “Once that trust was broken, I felt like I’d saved myself for something and someone that was a complete lie. Yeah, I could’ve gone out and fucked around. But that’s not my style.”

Those soulful eyes of his search my face with a thousand questions.

Are you like him?

Would you do that to me?

Can I trust you?

After a pause, he relaxes his hold. “I’ve somehow ended up never being with a guy … properly.”

The way he says it makes my heart squeeze. He’s so fucking gorgeous—inside and out—and yet he’s been treated like shit.

“Girls?”

He shakes his head. “I love women. But only as friends.”

“So just a jerk of an ex?”

Flinn’s eyes search my own.

“You deserve so much better.” I tug the fabric up, revealing all that expanse of broad chest I remember vividly from the day he answered the door in nothing but sweatpants. “You deserve someone who wants all of you. If that’s what you want?”

Does Flinn even want to be with someone physically?

“One long-distance boyfriend didn’t exactly build a relationship based on sex. When we did see each other, he wasn’t into doing much. Claimed he didn’t even really like oral.” Flinn goes red and makes an anguished noise. “More fool me, huh? How stupid of me to believe that.”

The shirt comes free over his head, and I toss it aside. Sliding my fingers down, down, down, I keep going until I hit his waistband. That trail of hair descending low, that V of muscle, everything about him is so damn sexy. His stomach caves as I start working the button on his waistband.

“The prick lied to you. He’d been cheating. Probably did you a favor.” My voice drops into a rasp, appreciative of the sight of his cock bulging through his briefs as I lower the zipper.

“Guess I gave up trying to push it … since we only got to see each other infrequently. Seemed pointless to spend the whole time fighting or arguing over something silly like that.” Flinn doesn’t know what to do with his hands. I’m more determined than ever to blow his entire world off its foundations.

Dropping down to my knees in front of him, I pull and tug at what he’s wearing, determined to rid him of every last stitch of clothing. As I drag his briefs down his thighs, that gorgeous rock-hard erection I’m salivating for bobs free, already glistening with precum.

“Have you ever had proper sex?” Finally, fucking finally, he’s completely naked.

“What counts?” Flinn’s words come out breathless.

“Well …” I lean forward and graze my palms up his thighs. Running across the hair coating his legs. Appreciating every slope of powerful, thick muscle. “Let’s say, going beyond foreplay …”

As I look up at him from my knees, Flinn’s eyes are wide, mouth parted, and that flush deepens high on his cheeks.

“Anything beyond a mouth or fingers?” My lips twitch with delight at the playground he’s offering me.

That has him swallowing hard. His cock jerks in front of me.