Page 114 of Sins of a King

I curled into Flynn, enjoying the hard warmth of him. We had a bit more privacy than we had on the plane and I quickly made use of our drive. I pulled his head down to mine and captured his lips. I hungrily tasted him, yearning for our connection to blaze between us, driving away all the fear and unknowns in my life.

His fingers plowed through my hair as he strained toward me, eager, wanting. I didn’t even register when the limo stopped.

“Barrett,” Flynn panted against my mouth.

“What? Don’t stop.”

“We have to. We’re here.”

The door to the limo opened and I got out, Flynn right behind me. He placed a hand at the small of my back and guided me into the lobby. I couldn’t stop myself from gazing at the domed ceiling like a tourist. It took no time at all to check in and before I knew it, I was being ushered toward the decadent elevators. We weren’t in the penthouse thirty seconds before Flynn was stripping out of his clothes and stalking toward me.

“What are you doing? The bellman will be here any minute to drop off our luggage.”

Flynn’s eyes glittered with suppressed desire. He whipped off his tie and cast it aside. “I told them we’d call down when we were ready for our luggage to be brought up.”

“In that case…” I reached for my sweater and tugged it up over my head. I got out of my clothes in record time, needing to feel his strong, warm body against mine. I reached for him, wanting him naked. He obliged. I dropped to my knees and let out a deep sigh.

“I love seeing you like this,” I said, my hands grazing up his thighs. “Hard and ready for me.” I took him into my mouth, feeling him swell even more. I wanted all of him, every last bit, but Flynn wouldn’t let me. He tugged me up from my knees, and I moaned in aggravation, but only until his lips took my nipple into his mouth. His fingers explored downward, finding me wet and eager.

We fell to the luxurious carpeted floor of the living room. “I can’t wait anymore,” I stated. His ministrations were driving me wild, and I wanted him inside me.

“Thank God,” he muttered against my mouth as he guided his length into my body.

I gasped, placing my hands on his lower back and lifting my legs to take him deeper.

“Fuck, that’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.” He growled.

His lips found mine again as he started thrusting. I pulled and pushed, took and gave. He placed an arm underneath me, lifting me up. The new angle had me screaming in pleasure, my nails scoring his back.

Flynn thrust faster, not slowing down for an instant. I came hard, clamping down around him. With one final thrust, he emptied himself inside of me. I sighed into his shoulder, placing my lips against his heated skin.

“That was fast,” he said, rearing up to look at me. “And it was on the floor.”

“I’m not complaining.” I smiled.

“One of the many things I love about you.”

We took our time cleaning up in the suite’s enormous glass shower. When we were drying off, I asked, “So, man with a plan. What’s next?”

He smiled. “More of this.”

“Can we get our bags and food first?” I asked, my stomach rumbling.

He laughed. “Another thing I love about you.” He helped me into a robe, his hands lingering on the sash. He slipped into the other one and then went to a hotel phone and called down for our luggage while I looked at the room service menu. I wanted one of everything.

“Decide on dinner?” Flynn asked.

“No. I can’t make up my mind. It all looks so good.”

He chuckled, dialed room service, and said, “Yes. I’d like an order for room service, please. One of everything. Honeymoon suite. Thank you.” He hung up and grinned at me, looking carefree and boyish.

“My, my, aren’t we generous,” I teased.

After our bags were dropped off, we settled onto the couch to wait for our food to arrive. “So can I show you something?” he asked.

“Please,” I said.

He got up off the couch and went to his discarded suit trouser pants and pulled out a velvet ring box. He came back and handed it to me.