Free Flynn (The Love Family Series Book 3) by Kate Allenton

raised the back window and lowered the tailgate.
     
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    Five hours later, with the moon high in the evening sky, Mia glanced at all the pizza boxes. The empty ones were stacked by the trashcan, and Flynn was trying to shove others in the fridge. “You’re going to be eating pizza for days.”
    “We,” he corrected her. “We’re going to be eating pizza for days.”
    Flynn walked up behind her, moved her hair out of the way, and placed a tiny kiss on her shoulder as he rested his hands on her waist. Against her better judgment, she tilted her head. “Flynn?”
    “Hmm?” He kissed up her neck, stopping right below her ear.
    “Fighting is futile, isn’t it?”
    “I promised.” He turned her in his arms. “Not until you beg and you’re nowhere near the begging point. Now, if you want to give me an hour…I could change that.”
    “No. I still stand by my decision.” She lifted on her tiptoes and kissed him. “I think I’m going to call it a night.”
    She turned to leave, and he grabbed her arm and swung her back around. “That wasn’t a goodnight kiss. This is.”
    He cupped her cheek and ran his fingers up into her hair. Anticipation had her licking her lips as she stared into his eyes, waiting and wondering what he would do next. He tilted her head as he lowered his lips slowly to hers with sheer finesse. His tongue danced with hers as he eased her back against the counter, pressing his hard body against hers. He inched his leg between hers and made a rubbing motion. She succumbed to his caress, her core heating, her cares forgotten. He swallowed her moans as he held her in place and moved from her lips, kissing a wet path down to the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder. Heat pooled in her belly as she held on to his waist, afraid if she let go she might just fall. Pleasure radiated, short-circuiting her senses, she felt nothing but the tingling in her body as he worked her with precision.
    He slowed the caress of his knee against her heated core and kissed her once more. “Good night, Mia.” He stepped back, his lips tilted in a playful smile. “Sweet dreams.”
    “That was just wrong.”
    Flynn clasped his hands together. The angelic look wasn’t working for him. He knew he was playing with fire and damned if he didn’t know how to light the match. “I could continue, but that would lead me into taking you on the counter, and that would break my promise.”
    She gave him a saucy smile and headed towards the stairs, pausing on the bottom step. “I can finish myself.” She winked and hurried upstairs. She walked into the room and shut the door, leaning against it, trying to find her composure and cool her heated skin, ignoring the crazy thumping of her heart and the burning desire of her body. “He won’t win.”

 
     
    Chapter 9

     
     
    Mia woke up after a fitful night’s sleep to someone rapping on her door.
    “Mia,” Flynn called from the other side.
    “Yeah.” Mia swallowed around her sticky throat. “Come in.”
    Flynn opened the door while running a towel over his wet head and dripping swim shorts. “Declan is on his way over and wants to talk to you.”
    Mia lifted to her elbows, and the comforter fell to her waist. The strap of her camisole hung down over one shoulder, giving Flynn a provocative view. His heated gaze lowered, and her heartbeat quickened. She knew exactly what he was thinking, because she was thinking it too.
    She sat up the rest of the way and pulled the strap back up and into place. “Sorry.”
    “Don’t be.” A smile split his lips as he turned to leave, only pausing to close the door. “Sleepy-eyed and half-dressed is a good look for you. I look forward to being the reason why.”
    He chuckled as he closed her door. She could hear him whistling as he headed down the hall. She groaned, fell back against her pillow, and laid her hand over her forehead, trying hard to erase the erotic dream he’d starred in. He was slowly easing under