He helped Ben into bed and turned off the lights. Grabbed the key Mae had left on the small table beside the door. Molly waited for him in the hallway, quiet as he closed Ben’s door and unlocked the smaller room across the hall. It wasn’t nearly as fine as the honeymoon suite Mae had originally placed them in but it didn’t stink of blood and gunpowder. Damn Ben.
He threw the key on the table and turned to Molly. “Sorry about that.”
“Not your fault, really. Reliable help is hard to find, especially up here.” She paced to the middle of the room and turned around. “There’s only one bed.”
He ran a hand through his hair. There’d only been one bed in the other room too and she hadn’t made a fuss about it. Of course, she might have expected him to sleep on the settee. There wasn’t one here. No room, not even for him to stretch out on the bare floor. While he was still considering how to answer, Molly began to undo the buttons to her dress. She was wearing the simple maid’s outfit he’d purchased for her to blend in with the Stark servants. A prim navy blue, the neckline tailored just a touch lower than was proper. It displayed her phenomenal cleavage to perfection.
Her nimble fingers worked at the gown and he forgot how to breathe. She smiled as if she sensed his reaction, her sweet mouth turning up at the corners like a portrait of temptation. She’d always been able to play him like a fiddle.
As the front of her gown began to slip from her breasts, she turned. Her narrow back was still completely covered by the dark cloth. The tie hugged her waist, keeping everything in place. She looked at him over her shoulder. “Help me with this? I think it’s knotted.”
Nothing with Molly was ever as straightforward as it seemed. It had taken him a long time to get over her and it wouldn’t do to fall back into old habits. He wasn’t ready to forgive her. He’d asked her to marry him and she’d taken off like her hair was on fire, with his ship. Now, here she was undressing for him like none of it had happened. The most frustrating thing was that it didn’t feel like anything had really changed, not between them. She was still the same impossible Molly and, despite everything she’d done, he still wanted her more than any other woman he’d ever met.
He stepped forward, eyes fixed on the pale skin of her shoulders. Long red curls a decadent splash of color against the plain blue wool. She smelled of the flowery bath soap Mae kept in her fancy rooms. Nothing he’d ever smelled on Molly before but it suited her just fine. She should always smell of lilac and roses, be wrapped up in silk, sleep on soft sheets.
The sash came loose with one tug and the gown pooled around her hips. Not waiting to see what he’d do, she pushed it down her slender thighs and leaned against him.
And the rest was inevitable really. He wasn’t walking away. There’d never been a chance of that happening. Molly well knew it.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed his mouth to the side of her neck. “I missed you, Molly.”
A shudder ran through her as Flynn pressed his open mouth to her neck. That spot…he’d always known her most sensitive spots, knew exactly how to touch her, how fast, how hard. He was the best lover she’d ever had. She’d hoped he’d missed her a little bit. Okay. Maybe a lot. She wasn’t above that, but it made her sad too. Made her question everything even knowing she’d done the right thing. He still wanted to change her. She’d known that as soon as she’d peeked in his bag and saw the clothes he’d picked out for her. Lace-trimmed garters and the satiny drawers. He didn’t see her. He’d always only seen what he’d wanted to see. She wasn’t a lady and never would be. Didn’t want to be.
Still, Flynn’s hard chest against her back felt right as rain, so perfect it brought a sheen of tears to her eyes. She blinked them back before turning to wrap her arms around his neck. Then, his mouth was on hers. Soft at first. A sweet tentative brush of his lips followed by the gentle probe of his tongue, slick and certain, skipping over her teeth to delve inside. He was still dressed. The rough texture of the embroidery on his vest abraded her nipples and they drew into tight points. He skimmed his palms down her back to cup her ass. She’d left the drawers in the bag.
He groaned into her mouth and started to walk them toward the bed. Nearly tripping over the tangle of her gown, he gripped her legs and lifted, taking her weight easily as she wrapped herself around him. He was stronger than he looked. Lean but well put together. The muscle he had was rock solid.
She was wearing the garters he’d picked out and the silk stockings too. She should have left those in the bag. It was almost cruel to give him hope but she knew it was a particular weakness. The way he worked his fingertips under the garters and the way his kiss became harder made that small concession worth it. Despite what he might think, she did like to please him. And she was capable of compromise.
He dropped her onto the mattress and followed her down, his weight pressing her into the feather-stuffed bedding. His hands bracketed her face as he kissed her deeply. His hips moved forward, pressing his erection against her. She gripped his hips, holding him back before reaching to unfasten his pants. She wanted to feel and see all of him. Trace his tattoos with her tongue. Taste every last inch of the body she’d once known as well as her own.
Flynn traced the line of her jaw with the tip of his tongue and lowered his head with a groan when she finally was able to wrap her hand around his cock. Hot. The skin was so hot there, startlingly soft over a rock-hard core. She dropped her head back onto the mattress and caught her lip between her teeth as she closed her eyes.
She squeezed him gently, pulling her hand toward the crown and then sweeping her thumb over the head. With a shudder, Flynn began to move again, pulling back just enough to shove his trousers from his hips. Yes, his clothes must come off. When she reached to undo the buttons of his vest, he caught her hands and pinned them beside her head.
“If you keep touching me like that, this will be over before it’s started.”
She smiled. “Is that a new problem of yours?”
He nipped at her chin. “Vixen. You’ve always done this to me and I’m out of practice where you’re concerned. I can’t be held accountable.”
Bracing himself on one arm, he slipped inside her, just the very tip stretching her open, testing her slickness with a gentle prod. She blushed at his brief smile. She was ready for him and he’d barely touched her. It was almost embarrassing how ready she was.
Rather than drive forward, he stayed where he was, bending his head to kiss her softly on the lips. Her jaw. He traced a line down her neck to her collarbone. Gentle, teasing kisses that made her want to squirm. Had her back arching, her hips moving to receive him. She felt him smile against the upper curve of her breast.
“Always so impatient. Just feel this, Molly. Tell me it doesn’t feel right. Perfect.”
It felt so right. It wouldn’t feel perfect until he was inside her.
“You’re not quite there yet,” she said. “Maybe you’ve forgotten how this works?”
A huff of laughter fanned across her skin before his mouth closed over her nipple. He sucked lightly and then moved to press a disappointingly chaste kiss to the peak of her other breast. She arched her back and he sucked her neglected nipple into his mouth and circled it with his tongue.
“I remember how it works,” he said. “I remember exactly how to work you. Now?”
He pressed deeper, deliberately slow, letting her feel every thick inch of him. The stretch was nearly uncomfortable. It had been a while. She bit her lip, her hands curling to fists with the desire to pull him closer. His grip only tightened. Flynn liked to think he was in control. Usually, she liked to allow him the illusion.
Still barely halfway in, he smiled. “Better?”
“Let go of my hands. I want to touch you too, Flynn. It’s not fair. You still have your clothes on.”
He was still wearing his shirt though she’d managed to free the top buttons. She could see the edge of his tattoo. The very tip of the raven’s wing that touched his collarbone. He adjusted the spread of his legs, forcing her thighs wider and she arched her back, angling her hips to welcome him deeper. She groaned, closing her eyes to savor the sensation. Closing her eyes against the smug look on his face. He withdrew again, nearly completely, lingered over her breasts for a moment before returning to her. Teasing her. She’d be pissed if it didn’t feel so damn good. And the infuriating man knew it. He knew her, inside and out. Every last bit.
Finally, he released her wrists to wrap an arm beneath her hips. He angled her up and then pushed fully inside her, withdrew immediately and then filled her again, harder, moving in a single smooth thrust that shifted her back on the bed.
She reached for him and this time he let her pull him down, closer. She kissed him with all the pent-up feelings she couldn’t possibly put into words. She wrapped her thighs around his hips and used that leverage to set the pace. Flynn moved with her, against her, inside her.
He bent his head, lips parted just above her collarbone. The heat of his breath fanned across her skin. The soft strands of his short hair tickled her cheek.
Small things she shouldn’t have even noticed but she did. She wanted to notice everything. Remember it. The scent of him. Open skies and engine grease, the slight tang of whiskey on his breath. The way the bones of his hips felt against her thighs. The slide of her silk stockings along the back of his calf. And the thick length of his cock filling her, driving the tension rising in her body higher and higher.
She could feel the tension in him too. In the arms braced on either side of her rib cage. The stutter in his thrusts. As if he wanted to hold back but was just as incapable of patience as she was right now. She didn’t want that anyway. Sometimes she liked Flynn to be controlled. He had an inventive mind and liked to play games in bed. But this wasn’t play, not for either of them. No point in pretending it was. Not play. Not love. Just plain need.
He kissed her, skimmed his mouth along her jaw and buried his face in the side of her neck again. His body was coiled tight as a torsion spring, but his pace slowed, his breathing harsh as hers. He always slowed when he was close to coming. It excited her. Hard to resist pushing him harder now. She wanted that, to feel him give himself over completely. He wasn’t quite there yet but he was close.
He felt harder, bigger, and she could feel every movement. She wished for more of him and slipped her fingertips under his shirt. Hot skin. Smooth and taut. She pressed her palms against his flexing muscles, felt his chest expand as he drew in a deep breath and let it out on a harsh exhalation. He turned his head and kissed her neck. When she felt his teeth graze her throat, she came apart. That light stinging touch pushed her right over the edge. He drew out the moment, slowing his thrusts even further, because he always seemed to know exactly what she needed.
Her body tightened and she couldn’t do more than hold on to him, her nails digging into his back to pull him closer, and feel her body spasm around him as ripples of pure pleasure flowed through her body. Flynn’s arm pulled her hips higher and his thrusts turned hard and fast. But she wasn’t quite ready for it to be over.
This might be her last chance. Hooking her foot around his thigh, she twisted her body to turn him. He paused as though he’d fight her for control but then rolled back onto the bed, letting her straddle him. He was panting and the heat in his eyes practically scorched her skin as he raked his gaze down her body. He palmed her breasts as she leaned forward to adjust the angle and then lowered herself fully onto him. His gorgeous green eyes hooded and his lips parted. His fingers flexed and she felt her nipples tighten against his palms.
She rode him slowly, unfastening the line of buttons down his vest and shirt and pushing the fabric aside. The tattoo was inked in black. A raven marking him as a pilot. The wingtip set at the edge of his neck and curved down past his collarbone, covering most of the right side of his chest. Flynn didn’t have a lot of hair on his body, a light drift between his pectoral muscles and a line from his navel to his cock. She let out a shaky breath. Beautiful, that’s what he was.
His hands skimmed down her sides to her hips as she leaned forward to scatter kisses along his collarbone and chest. When she came to his nipple, she caught it between her teeth and applied the gentlest of pressure. He dropped his head back and arched his neck. She couldn’t help but taste him there too. The knot of his Adam’s apple and the dip at the base of his throat.
He pressed a hand low on her spine, firm. Holding her in place as he rocked into her. His other hand slipped beneath the weight of her hair, caught there and tugged, forcing her head back. He pushed himself higher onto the pillows and kissed her neck.
“I want to feel you come again, Mol.”
She started to shake her head but his hand in her hair prevented it. “Yes. It’s there. Right there. All I need to do is coax it out of you.”
“It’s your turn.”
“That’s right, it is my turn and I’m telling you this is what I want—you coming around me again. I want to feel the pull of it. Don’t worry, I’ll follow you down.” His hand left her back to move between their bodies, fingers seeking until he found her clit. He tugged more sharply at her hair, his mouth working down toward the tops of her breast. “You’re beautiful.”
His voice was ragged.
“You’re close.” If he kept working her like this, she’d end frustrated. Better to stop while she was ahead.
“Not as close as you.”
He bent his head to clamp his mouth over her nipple and her body shuddered. “Feel that? Right fucking there. Give it up. You owe me, Molly.”
She did owe him, that was true. But she didn’t see how this would pay him back for anything. She moved, resting her hands on his chest, moving her hips to try to regain some control. She wanted to feel him come, that release. Wanted to watch him. See him throw back his head and lift his hips. Wanted to feel his body shake beneath her.
“No.” He rolled with her again, this time looming above her and spreading her thighs wide, wedging his knees under her body. “Grab hold of the post. Both hands.”
Another shiver washed over her but she did as he asked. The very corners of his mouth turned up, but it was a fleeting smile. Quick and tight. He barely thrust at all now though he was hard as a rock and deep inside her. He withdrew slowly and pressed back inside. His thumb moving in lazy circles on the hood of her clit. Light pressure, so light on her sensitized parts. Swollen and wet and throbbing in time with those lazy thrusts. She groaned as he filled her. “See that? Beautiful.”
He liked to push her to the edge, further than she thought she could go. That had always excited her. Scared her sometimes too. Not that she was afraid he’d ever go too far, but the feelings he stirred up were so intense that she didn’t always know what to do with them all.
As if he sensed her uncertainty, Flynn gripped her hip, pulling her more firmly against him. The pressure of his fingers against her clit increased and the muscles in her thighs tightened as her legs instinctively sought to close. He was having none of that. He held her spread open. His gaze raked her chest, her belly, to focus on where they were joined. He clenched his jaw and a blush heated her skin. He was watching as he slid inside her. He’d never let her hide anything. Had always demanded she give over everything.
She did. She didn’t really have a choice, did she? Her fingers clenched around the post and she arched her back, closing her eyes against Flynn’s smug smile. This time the pleasure was slower to wash over her, almost reluctant, but it was deeper because of it. Rolling through in great waves. And Flynn stopped holding himself back. He leaned forward, planting his hands to either side of her rib cage, and pounded into her. She had to let go of the post to hold on to him, wrap him up as his body shook and the pleasure finally took him too.
She kissed his shoulder and then his neck. He shivered. His breath harsh, every inhalation a caress against her sensitive nipples. She moved her legs to tangle with his, not quite ready to give him up. Once he caught his breath, he rolled to the side, throwing an arm over his head and resting the other on her thigh.
After a moment, he turned his head. “I missed you, Molly.”
His smile was easy, unguarded for the first time in such a very long time. His dark hair was tousled and the shadow of a beard touched his jaw. His green eyes fairly sparkled. How could she not smile back at him when he was like this? The man she’d fallen in love with. “I missed you too, Flynn.”
The truth. She’d missed him too damn much. No matter how she tried to cut him out from under her skin, it simply couldn’t be done. And how the hell was she supposed to walk away this time?