Free Safe House by Dez Burke Page A

it off.”
    “I hope you took something for the pain,” she said with concern. “It’s barely been a little over twenty-four hours since you were shot. Trying to be a tough guy by suffering isn’t very smart.”
    “You’re right, and I did.” He sat back down in the chair, crossed his arms over his chest to keep warm, and closed his eyes.
    Kendra smiled and lay back down after fluffing her pillow. After a moment, she threw the blanket to the side and patted the space beside her. “Flint, I can scoot over. There’s plenty of room for both of us. You look miserable and cold sitting in that chair.”
    Flint didn’t hesitate or give her time to change her mind. He gingerly stretched out next to her, careful not to take up too much of her space or accidentally touch her.
    After a couple of minutes in silence, Kendra whispered hesitantly, “Flint?”
    “Yes,” he replied.
    “No hanky-panky, okay?”
    Flint laughed out loud, a deep rumbling sound that shook the sofa bed. “Goodnight, darling.”
    “Night, Flint.”
    He knew she was smiling in the dark.

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    Kendra woke up some time later to discover Flint’s injured arm wrapped across her breasts, holding her tightly. His bare chest was pressed close against her back while his warm breath stirred the hair on her neck. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do.
    Kendra carefully lifted his arm in an attempt to slide out from under him without waking him up. When she shifted, he instinctively tightened the grip on her in his sleep. She sighed and closed her eyes, resigned to her fate. After all, being snuggled up with a hot guy in a freezing cold cabin wasn’t exactly the worst thing in the world, she reasoned. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so warm and safe. She didn’t see any harm in enjoying it while it lasted.
    A soft kiss on her shoulder stirred her awake a little while later. She smiled, certain it was an erotic dream until she felt another. Oh Jesus! Her stomach tightened as Flint slid the flannel shirt from her shoulder and continued pressing gentle kisses down her upper arm. She deliberately slowed her breathing and pretended to still be asleep while her mind and heart raced.
    Flint’s lips moved up and nuzzled the back of her neck. An uncontrollably delicious shiver slid down her spine. What on earth did he think he was doing? She had explicitly said no hanky-panky. A warm hand slid under the bottom of her shirt and rested on her waist. Kendra suddenly became distinctly aware of the heat and weight of his arousal prodding her hip.
    Of their own will, her breasts swelled in aching need beneath the flannel shirt. Could Flint sense how hard and erect her nipples were? Did he know how much they needed to be pinched and sucked? To be rolled between his finger and thumb and tugged on hard until she cried out and begged for more?
    In the past, Kendra had never had the courage to tell a man what she needed and wanted in bed. She always hoped they would just know. Unfortunately she’d always been wrong.
    Until now.
    Flint slid his hand, palm flat, up her stomach. He stopped right below her heavy breasts.
    “I know you’re awake,” he whispered in her ear, sending chills through her body. “I can feel your heartbeat racing underneath my hand.”
    “Flint, we shouldn’t…” she began before being interrupted by his hand moving up to cup her full breast and squeeze it hard. Oh God!
    “Shh….don’t say anything,” he murmured in her ear. “I love your breasts. Full and heavy with big, fat nipples begging to be sucked. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to do this every time I looked at you today.” She gasped as he circled his open palm around and around on her sensitized tit. An involuntary moan escaped her lips when he pinched and pulled on the elongated nipple. Just as she had wished. She moaned again when he twisted the nipple between his fingers. He tugged a little roughly, drawing the tip