by Karin Tabke
A smile cracked his lips. “Look, I admit this is all a lot and a lot fast. If it makes you feel less stressed, this is a first for me, too. I’ve never actually slept with a woman or had a morning after of any kind with anyone I’ve been intimate with. In that respect you popped my cherry, too.” He tousled her pink bangs. “I’ve never been interested in a woman long enough to go a second round, much less four. So ease up on yourself. I’m right there with you in the 'too much too fast’ feeling.”
Warmth fizzed through her. Maybe there was hope for them after they found Alex. Pressing her head into his chest, Izzy stood quietly contemplative. When she looked up at this man who twisted her up inside like a pretzel, she bit her bottom lip to keep her breath in check. Flynn’s deep blue eyes reflected the churning ocean behind her. Dangerously beautiful.
“I want to strip you down, bend you over this railing and plow into you right now,” he said so softly she thought she might have misheard. But the firm set of his full lips and the way his mesmerizing eyes swept across her parted lips told her she’d heard him exactly as he intended.
Her nipples pebbled as she envisioned him doing just that. Running her fingers through her hair, she cocked her head to the side and smiled. “I think I might like that.”
She about came right where she was standing when his pupils dilated and his nostrils flared like he was a big hungry jungle cat who had just locked in on its prey.
The thought of standing out here under the late afternoon sun as the waves crashed before her and the sexiest man on the planet rocked her world was beyond scandalous. Barely able to regulate her breath, Izzy turned on her heels toward the balustrade railing and looked to either side of their deck. The curtains were drawn on the rooms to either side. The beach below bustled with a fair amount of beachgoers, but they were focused on themselves, not the hotel goings-on, so they were relatively secluded.
As she turned back around to face him, she slid her hands along the railing and raised a knee, trailing the wedge sole of her shoe along the balustrade behind her. The wind tossed her short hair around her face, and the seagulls screeched off in the distance. “I’m not wearing any panties,” she confessed. Watching the passion imprint on his handsome face, passion for her, knocked the breath from her lungs. Never had she dreamed of being desired the way Flynn desired her.
The same could be said for her. She’d spent the last decade consciously keeping men out of her life equation, clueless that this kind of attraction existed.
All these years she had thought her mother a weak, hopeless romantic. If what she shared with her father was anything like the crazy magnetism between her and Flynn, then Izzy understood. Completely.
She turned around, and then did a slow grind against the railing. It was her signature move when she set drinks down and she gasped when Flynn’s big body pressed into her back, and his hands slid down her arms to her waist.
Her heart pounded in her chest, the anticipation of him taking her from behind causing her knees to shake. Closing her eyes, she bit her bottom lip to keep the moan from sliding out. Every part of her body sparked to life, eager for what he would do to her.
“I didn’t bring you here just for sex, Pink,” he said.
Her eyes popped open. Whaat? No, she wasn’t going to let him make her believe there was something more to them than this. No matter what he said, she knew men would say anything to get what they wanted. That she wanted the same thing as Flynn made it easy. Her walls were high, though. Starting the night her life had changed forever, thirteen years ago, Izzy had been painstakingly erecting them and she was not going to allow her lust for this man to knock them down so easily. “It’s the only reason I came,” she said. It was a half lie. She came for the sex, but more than that she came because he fascinated her. That part of the equation she needed to remove. The caring part. The aching, yearning part.
He chuckled. “Oh, you’re going to come all right.” He slid his right hand down the backside of her hip to her ass cheek, then to the back of her thigh. “Your skin is so soft.” His hand skimmed beneath her skirt and along her bare bottom. “You have a world-class ass.”
Finding it difficult to breathe, Izzy moved her feet farther apart to give him greater access to her. If he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to take matters into her own hands. He caught her earlobe in his lips and sucked it into his mouth as his left hand trailed down her belly to the front of her skirt. He pressed the heel of his palm to her mound, making her lose her balance.
“Steady, baby doll, I don’t want you to fall.” His deep husky voice stoked the ache building deep inside her.
“I already have,” she moaned, closing her eyes as his hands moved with excruciating slowness over her body. His right hand slipped around to the front of her thigh. When his fingertip stroked her sensitive clit, she bit her bottom lip, then swore up a blue streak. “Fuck you, Special Agent Ryker. Fuck you and what you do to me. Goddamn, it feels good.”
“Such a potty mouth,” he chastised, proceeding to slide his fingertip down the front of her, along her swollen seam. “So wet.” When she moved in an attempt to grind on his hand, he slid it down the inside of her thigh.
“Flynn,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Patience, baby doll, patience.”
Pressing his knee between her thighs, he gently parted them wider. “Heat is coming off your pussy in waves,” he whispered against her ear. “Your sex smells like an exotic flower. Musk with a hint of bubble gum.” Heat snaked low in her belly at his words. “I love how you are always so ready for me.”
When she reached back to touch him, Flynn grasped her hand and placed it back on the railing. To make sure she kept it still, he didn’t remove his hand. His left hand trailed to her hot spot and gently stroked it until she couldn’t catch her breath. “Please, Flynn,” she begged, “I need you inside me, now.” His breathing had grown heavier, but his hand stayed the slow steady course, gradually turning up the heat, one tortuous caress at a time. When he moved his hand back around to her ass cheek, she sobbed, and pressed her pelvis against the edge of the railing. He took his time, savoring every inch of her. In a slow languid swirl, his tongue traced the outer shell of her ear.
“Do you know what I love the most about touching you?” he asked.
“No,” she breathed, wishing he’d touch more of her and fast.
“The way you respond. Like you can’t get enough.”
“I can’t,” she admitted. “I might never get enough.” She knew it was true.
His teeth scraped along her neck beneath her ear, and then he bit her. Not too hard, but hard enough that it sent wild pulses of heat rushing through her body. “I told you I could bite.” He bit lower, his tongue soothing the sting. “I just want to consume every inch of you, Pink. Hide you from the world and keep you all to myself.”
His words stirred something deep inside her. She knew he meant them. Now anyway. Tomorrow might be different. She wasn’t going to think about tomorrow right now. Right now she was going to take all of the very special, Special Agent Flynn A. Ryker she could, because she knew she would never, at least in this lifetime, meet another man who made her feel the way he made her feel.
“If someone would have bet me a million dollars last night that I’d be standing with you right here right now, about to do to you what I’m about to do, I would have lost.”
“Why?”
“Because I thought my type was tall, classic, well-mannered, brunettes. Not curvy, petite, potty-mouthed, pink-tipped-haired blondes.”
“Potty-mouthed blondes have more fun,” she shot back.
“Indeed.”
She cried out when he slid a finger into her, then bit her lip before the entire beach looked up and saw what had her so hot and bothered. “You own me every time I touch you,” he admitted. His right hand slid around to the front of her skirt where he slipped beneath it and caught her hard clit between his index and middle fingertips. In a slow deep cadence, he fingered
her pussy as his other hand stroked and plucked her bowstring tight.
Unable to collect adequate breath, Izzy struggled for composure. He was all around her, torturing her with his slow, sensual assault. His body heat scorched her, his erection dug into her back. White-knuckled, she grasped the railing. Bowing her back to give him greater access, she pressed her head into his shoulder.
“On your toes, baby doll,” he said huskily. She stood up on the tips of her toes in her wedges. As she moved higher into him, his lips caught the side of her jaw. She turned harder and their lips caught and in a slow wild burn they melded together. He kissed her so deeply, so thoroughly, and so slowly, that the wild feral ache he had created inside her began to careen out of control.
Simply put, he wrecked her. The deep satisfied sounds that rose from deep in his chest as he kissed her stoked her passion fires to blazing. Abruptly he broke the kiss, and slid his hands from her. “Flynn,” she cried. “Please.”
He slid his hand up the back of her skirt and gently moved her forward so that she was leaning over the railing. Just as she adjusted her body to stay balanced, he filled her with his delicious length from behind. “Oh, God,” she moaned. The sensation of his warm thickness burrowing into her swollen sensitive folds overwhelmed her in its perfect storm of carnal pleasure. The power of his passion, his insatiable appetite for her, thrilled her.
“Easy, baby doll. Easy.” His hands clasped the cradle of her hips as he slowly seated himself deep inside of her. “You have the tightest little cunt.”
When he hit the core of her, her muscles spasmed, clenching and unclenching around him. An orgasm rocketed out of her, the force shaking her uncontrollably. Her arms shook, her knees gave way. Flynn’s strong arm supported her. As she peaked, he began to slowly thrust in and out of her. The power of his movement, the force of his cock hitting deep, was otherworldly, out-of-body. Fucking on the most primal of levels. No, it was mating. Their bodies hungered for each other in a sensational out-of-control primal call. She knew he felt the same by the way his hips pounded into her, and the way he held her tightly, protectively, and possessively. This thing between them, whatever it was, was cosmic and exactly how God intended man and woman to be.
“Isa,” he rasped, “I can’t stand how good you feel.”
Snaking an arm up and around the back of his neck, she tried to say his name, to tell him what he did to her, but she couldn’t do that and ride out the next orgasm that built so deep inside her that she blanched, afraid of its impact. It built with the force of a hurricane. Her body liquefied as it uncoiled, momentarily blinding her as the sharp waves hurtled against every nerve ending connected to their union.
Flynn’s arm tightened around her as his hips slammed into her. “Jesus,” he groaned and came in a wild thrusting climax. Izzy braced herself and took the brunt of his passionate release, absorbing his body heat, his semen, and his hot breath.
His hips slowed until she hung in his arms, their bodies still connected, the waves below crashing with more velocity against the beach than they had earlier. As the sun began to dip toward the horizon they continued to stand there, still connected, their comingled sex-induced fluids trickling down the inside of her thighs and she didn’t care. To her it was proof of the power they generated. Damn, she thought, if she weren’t on the pill, she bet his sperm would descend on her eggs with the force of an atom bomb.
“That,” she breathed, “was epic.”
He pulled out and moved back just enough so that he could turn her around. He perched her on the edge of the railing and moved between her parted knees. His blue eyes dark, nearly black. His handsome face softened with the afterglow of their powerful sex.
He dug his fingers into her hair and pulled her lips up to his and lightly brushed them. “I want to make love to you.”
Her lips parted and her belly did a slow nervous roll. “I want that, too.”
He smiled slowly and pressed her head to his chest and stroked her hair as he looked past her to the ocean. “How do you feel?”
“Like the luckiest girl in California.”
“I mean down there.”
“Oh, tender, but okay.”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“No.” The steady thud of his heart against her cheek served as a reminder that he was human and therefore vulnerable. Maybe as much as she was? Something had changed since the time they walked into the room and now. Though sex had brought them together, she felt as if their connection was beginning to transcend it. At least for her it was. She wanted to know everything about this man. From his favorite food to what kept him up at night. Would he share that part of him? There was only one way to find out. “What scares you?” she softly asked.
He didn’t answer immediately but when he did, his answer surprised her. “Hurting someone I love.”
Moving back she looked up into his eyes. It was like looking at the sky, they were so blue. “If you truly love someone, you accept all of them, and in that, you can’t hurt them.”
His lips quirked. “For such a youngster, that’s pretty deep stuff.”
She’d experienced a lot of heartache and hardship in her life. Sometimes she felt ancient. “I’m young, but I’ve been through a lot.”
“What scares you?”
“Not being enough.” The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them. Damn it.
“Enough for what?”
She closed her eyes. Enough for someone not to care where she came from. Or how she came to be. To take her for who she was, warts and all. But she didn’t say it. It sounded childish to her. “Enough to take a chance on.” A partial truth.
“What happened between your parents?”
Shaking her head, Izzy exhaled and tried to shimmy off the edge of the railing, but Flynn’s arms tightened around her. “Tell me.”
Swallowing hard, she decided to tell him the truth. It’s what she wanted from him; he deserved the same from her. “My mom was the illegal Mexican housekeeper who knew all of the Chastain’s dirty secrets. She was promoted to nanny when my dad and his wife got pregnant with my half brother. But he died. And my dear father, the congressman, in his despair took gross advantage of my mother. Not once, but for years he came to her. I was the proof. I had no idea. I was told my father died before I was born. Eventually, my father’s wife put two and two together. I was eleven when she figured it out. We were kicked to the curb, my mom threatened with deportation.” Her voice hitched. “It was the second-worst day in my life. After that, Momma worked twenty-hour days, cleaning houses during the day and offices at night. From the age of eleven, I worked after school trying to contribute so she didn’t have to work so hard. She died with a damn dust rag in her hand.” Izzy laughed bitterly. “The day after she died, I took that damn rag and threw it at my father’s face and told him she was dead and he could take his threats and shove them up his ass. I told him if he ever came after me for anything, I’d tell the world what he’d done.”
Compassion shone in Flynn’s eyes, not pity. Pity she would never accept. “How old were you when your mom died?” he asked.
“Sixteen.”
“I was sixteen when my mom died.”
“I’m sorry.” The urge to cradle his head to her heart overcame her. She resisted, afraid he wouldn’t be comfortable with it. “Our moms died when we were both sixteen.” Smiling sadly up at him, Izzy said, “If you loved your mom like I loved my mom, I know how hard it hurt and still hurts.”
“I loved her a lot.”
“How did she die?”
His lips tightened and he took his time with his answer. “Of a broken heart.”
“Your dad?”
“Yeah.”
“Looks like we both have douchebag sperm donors.”
He cracked a small smile. “So the senator knows you’re his daughter?”
“Yes.”
“Your sister?”
“Yes.”
He was silent for a long time. “I�
��m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’ve written off the Chastains.”
“Then why search for your sister?”
“Because that’s what a big sister does.”
“What is she like?”
“Gorgeous, bright, talented. Alex excelled at everything she did. The perfect daughter. Until she went off the deep end.” Izzy laughed, the sound harsh. “Oh how daddy dearest must have had a coronary when he found out she was stripping. Oh no, not the beautiful senator’s daughter. That was what he’d expect of his dirty little secret, Isadora, but not the amazing Alexandra.” She choked back a sob. “Who am I to disappoint him?”
Flynn shifted uncomfortably. “So you’re saying you did it because it was expected? Not as a means to getting information on your sister?”
“I did it because I choose to do it.” She pushed off of him and strode past him into the suite. She turned at the threshold and said, “And Flynn? If you have a problem with it, tell me now so we won’t waste our time pretending it doesn’t.”
She didn’t tell Flynn about her education or career path. A part of her was afraid her truth wasn’t good enough for him. It was easier for him to think she was the love child of an illegal immigrant the boss had knocked up, because she had no control over that. But she did control what she did at the club. That way, when he got tired of her, he’d use her lack of pedigree and job choice as his excuse. That rejection she could handle. It was what she had lived with all her life. She understood it.
She turned to continue into the room.
“Isadora,” he said, his voice commanding. “Come here.”
Swallowing hard, she turned. Chin up, back straight, she faced him. He stood at the edge of the terrace, the fading sun haloing him in a warm orange glow. Her heart did a slow stutter beat. He was so beautiful she had no words to describe him in her mind. That he wanted her, thinking she was a ding-dong cocktail server who had flashed her boobs to his friends, and was still willing to help her find Alex, went miles in her good book. It scared the living shit out of her, too. She’d had enough disappointments to last a lifetime.
