Rules of Contact
Page 63

   She laughed. “Oh, so it’s a secret, huh? What’s it worth to you for me to keep it?”
   He grabbed her around the waist, then hauled her against him. “You’d sell my secrets?”
   “Maybe. Depends on what you’re willing to sacrifice to buy my silence.”
   He rubbed against her, and she felt him getting hard. “I’ve got something that might interest you.”
   She pressed her hands against his chest. “I’m intrigued. Go on.”
   He looked around, then took her hand and walked her farther down the road. The road curved away from the house, and it was suddenly very dark. All she could see was Flynn and the night sky. Since there wasn’t much of a moon, she could only make out the shapes of trees. She inhaled and caught the smell of hay, and heard cattle in the near distance. But otherwise, she had no idea what was out there.
   Until Flynn pushed her up against a wood fence post and pressed against her. Before she could say anything his mouth was on hers, hard and passionate. She lost herself in the kiss, in the wild, hungry taste of his lips moving over hers.
   His hands roamed her body, sliding along her rib cage and up and over her breasts. For a brief moment she wondered about the possibility of someone wandering by and seeing them, but that moment was lost when his fingers brushed across her nipple. A shock of brutal pleasure made her gasp as a rush of sensation shot through her. She knew Flynn wouldn’t put her in an embarrassing position with his family, so instead she focused on the hazy pleasure.
   He moved his hand along her stomach—and lower—his fingers dipping into the waistband of her pants. Ripples of sensation curled along her nerve endings and she moaned against his mouth.
   “Flynn.”
   He pulled back and looked at her, his fingers teasing her sex. “I like the way you say my name when you’re all hot and bothered. I want to hear you moan my name when I make you come.”
   Part of her wanted to object. They were out here in the middle of— Well, she actually had no idea where they were.
   “No one’s here, right?”
   He swept his fingers over her clit and she bit back that moan he was talking about.
   “Babe, no one’s going to come. Except you. You’re all hot and wet under my fingers. Just relax and let me touch you.”
   He kissed her again while his expert fingers did a magical dance across her sex. She gasped as he slid a finger into her.
   “Feel that?” he murmured against her mouth. “Your pussy, gripping my finger. You are so tight, so hot. I wish I was inside you right now.”
   She was coming undone, overcome by the heat and pleasure of Flynn’s hands and fingers as he pumped in and out of her while he rubbed her clit with his thumb. She was drowning right here in the great outdoors with nothing but Flynn as her lifeline.
   And when she came, it was his name that spilled from her lips as she quivered and reached for him.
   “That’s it, babe. Let me have it all.”
   She was sailing on a crazy sea of incredible sensation. She lost herself in the moment, arching her pussy against his hand, letting him take over as he coaxed her over the wave of her orgasm.
   When he lifted his hand from her pants, she laid her head on his shoulder so she could catch her breath.
   “Now, that was good,” he said.
   “It was definitely good for me.” She lifted her head and pressed her lips to his. “Thank you.”
   He deepened the kiss, wrapping an arm around her to tug her close. His erection bumped her hip and she realized how in need he must be. And kissing him ratcheted up her desire for him all over again. But now she wanted to be naked so she could touch him and feel him inside of her.
   She pulled back and smoothed her hands down his chest, over his stomach, and teased her fingers over his hard-on. “How about we take a stroll back to the house?”
   “Great idea. Only let’s sprint, not stroll.”
   She smiled and took his hand, and they walked briskly back to the house. When they got inside, Flynn closed and locked the door, shut off the porch light, then turned to face her.
   “Just to make sure none of my family comes by to visit.”
   Her eyes widened. “You told me no one would come by.”
   “No one was going to. I was pretty sure.”
   She rolled her eyes. “Flynn.”
   He smoothed his hands down her arms. “Hey, you came, and no one saw us. Don’t worry.”
   “Well, I wasn’t worried then, but now I am. No more outdoor sex.”
   “Oh, but I haven’t even shown you my secret place.”
   She laughed and shook her head. “I’m not falling for that. I don’t think you even have a secret place.”
   He had started walking her backward, down the hallway toward the bedroom.
   “I have a lot of secret places on this property. Trust me, no one would ever find us.”
   “Uh-huh. I think you just want to get me naked on the grass somewhere.”
   “We could do it outside right now, under the stars. Ever had sex under the stars, Amelia?”
   They had made it through the doorway and Flynn moved in closer, placing his hands on her hips to guide her toward the bed. When the back of her knees hit the mattress, he pushed her onto the bed and climbed on after her, pulling her on top of him.
   “No, I’ve never had sex under the stars. Or outside.”
   His eyes gleamed hot with desire. “You’re missing out.”
   “Am I? Or will I end up with mosquito bites on my ass?”
   He lifted her top over her head, discarding it, then unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms.
   “Oh, come on. Where’s your sense of adventure? Besides, it’s November. All the mosquitos are gone for the season.”
   “First, I don’t believe you about the mosquitos. Second, I have a great sense of adventure. I’m just a little uncertain about the mosquito bites on my ass.”
   He cupped her butt and squeezed. “I promise to take very tender care of your very fine ass.”
   She rocked against him and he groaned. “Promise?”
   “Yes. Now get naked and slide that sweet pussy over me.”
   She shivered at the harsh, needy tone of his voice. She slid off of him only long enough to remove the rest of her clothes. Flynn did the same and when she climbed back on him, he was naked, with a condom in his hand.
   “And where did that come from?”
   “My cock or the condom?”