Groaning, he bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.
“Flynn,” she sobbed in a guttural sound that seemed to come from deep within her.
He did it again, then began to suck, harder and harder, wanting to give her more and more. He could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears, telling him to give her everything she needed. That only he could give it to her.
She moved restlessly and a picture of those blond womanly curls came to mind, making his fingers itch to touch her there. Lord knew he wanted to find out what she felt like.
He kissed her again and slowly slid his palm over her stomach, then down to the essence of the woman. God, she was wet and warm against his fingers.
He kissed her deeply, moving his fingers against her soft nub, stroking once, stroking twice. He wanted to give her pleasure. No, he wanted to give her a pleasure like she’d never known before.
“Let yourself go,” he murmured against the corner of her mouth and touched her some more.
At first there was a slight ripple through her body, then her legs began to quiver. She gripped his shoulders, panting heavily, head flung back, eyes closed.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He relished the expressive emotions flittering across her face as she reached closer to fulfillment.
And then the tremors of arousal began and she cried out his name as she went up in flames. She shattered as his fingers slicked back and forth. If he’d been inside her, he would have felt her grip and release as she rode the waves of ecstasy. It was almost enough to send a man over the edge.
He held her until the turbulence inside her slowed to a halt. She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder while she caught her breath.
Finally she looked up at him and in her eyes was pure embarrassment. She looked more than beautiful. Stunning. Intense male possessiveness ripped through him, even as he wondered about her self-consciousness.
“Flynn, I—”
“Don’t say anything.” He gathered the sides of her robe together and tied it with the sash.
She licked her slightly swollen lips. “But you haven’t…You didn’t…”
“No, and I don’t need to,” he rasped.
“But—”
“No buts, Danielle.” He gazed at her, forcing himself to concentrate on the moment. “I enjoyed watching you.”
She gave a soft gasp and he bent his head, quickly taking advantage of her open mouth. He parted her lips with his tongue, then spent a long moment absorbing the heady taste of her. It was a taste flavored by a new sensuousness between them.
Then suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Danielle broke off the kiss, pushed at his chest. “Oh, God!” she gasped.
He frowned as the outside world intruded. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s Monica,” she whispered, her eyes darting down the hallway as if looking for an escape.
“Monica?”
She glanced back at him. “Um…my mother-in-law,” she said, then looked away nervously, giving him the impression she didn’t want him to know too much about the other woman.
His jaw clenched at the reminder that Danielle had been married. That she’d belonged to another man. Robert would have touched her, loving her in many ways, making her his own. Flynn was suddenly jealous of the other man. Of every second Robert Ford had spent with her.
“Don’t answer,” he said roughly, keeping his voice low.
Her eyes clouded over. “I have to. She’s coming for dinner. It’s my birthday.”
Something odd kicked inside him. “Your birthday?”
“Yes,” she said almost absentmindedly, then bit her lip nervously. “If I don’t answer the door, she’ll think I’m still at work and…”
He jolted. So she did have a regular job and didn’t just volunteer at the hospital as he’d imagined.
“Then if I don’t come home, she’s likely to call the police.”
“Did you say she was your mother-in-law, or your mother?” he mocked, not liking the sound of this Monica.
“Mother-in-law,” she mumbled, missing his sarcasm.
“Then just open the door and act as if nothing happened.”
And that would be the biggest lie ever.
She moistened her lips, her eyes darting past his shoulder, looking everywhere but at him. “I can’t. She wouldn’t understand.”
The muscles at the back of his neck tightened. “Are you scared of her?”
Her eyes swung back to him. “Of course not,” she said, but there was a hollow ring to her words, and he knew she was definitely scared of something. “She’s just…” She winced. “Well, she’s Robert’s mother. I don’t want her to find us like this.”
“Like what? I was only checking your lock,” he drawled.
She blushed, her gaze dropping to his chest. “Flynn, I don’t think—”
Another knock at the door cut across her words, making her jump. Flynn swore softly. This was a ridiculous situation.
She brushed back her damp hair, then tightened the collar of her robe. She swallowed. “I have to face her.”
He suddenly felt proud of her, so he dropped a light kiss on her lips, tempted to linger. He wanted to say to hell with this Monica, but if he did that, then he’d have to sweep Danielle up in his arms and carry her to the bedroom for a night of hot pleasure.
And then what?
He shuddered. It was as well this Monica would call the police. It was the wake-up call he needed. From this point he would back off and leave Danielle to get on with her life. In about six months time she would become a mother, for God’s sake. And he’d never seen anyone sexier.
“Flynn, I’m ready.”
He gave a nod, then pulled the door open, making the well-dressed woman on the other side almost leap out of her skin.
“Monica,” Danielle exclaimed, pretending surprise, though Flynn didn’t think she did a good job of it, considering she was such an accomplished liar at times. “I didn’t realize you were there.”
The mother-in-law’s gaze traveled from one to the other, then up and down, her obsidian eyes turning colder by degrees. “So I see.”
“This is Flynn.” Danielle gave a smile but he saw the uneasiness beneath. “He’s been checking the lock on my door.”