Free Broddock-Black 05 - Force of Nature by Susan Johnson Page A

lovemaking.”
    “Ah,” he said, smiling as he resumed his unbuttoning. “Thank you for the information.”
    “You needn’t be cheeky.”
    “And you needn’t give me directions,” he said, softly, sliding off his trousers and underwear.
    “Forgive me .. Her tone diminished into a purr at the end, the entire magnificent length of his arousal revealed, any mild annoyance she might have felt instantly suppressed in the interest of detente. “I’m sure you’re very competent.”
    Her comment elicited a sharp, satirical glance as he bent over to pull off his socks.
    And she was instantly mesmerized, the turgid veins on his engorged penis swelling with his movement, the motion of his upthrust erection the merest stirring, its taut rigidity a deterrent to movement. Unconsciously licking her lips at the sight of that lovely hard length, she watched him stand upright and smile at her.
    “One tangled knot remains between you and me,” he said, approaching the bed. “And I’m very good with knots.”
    She’d forgotten she still wore her drawers, her mind on more lustful possibilities, but he was already unraveling the snarl.
    She watched his nimble-fingered manipulations in fevered anticipation, feeling as though she were aglow with heated rapture. So this is lust , she thought with fascination, this ravenous impatience, this dissolving away of inhibitions and prudence, this eager, burning compulsion that overlooked everything but the insatiable need for satisfaction. She was engulfed in a veritable torment of wanting that could only be assuaged in one way with one person—this dark, handsome, powerful man bending over her, untying her waistband with a casual competence.
    Flynn’s broad shoulders were blocking out the light, the taut musculature silhouetted against the glow of the lamps illuminating the room. His hair swung forward as he leaned over her, the silken waves almost brushing her body, its scent, like his, like that of the room reminding her of pine forests and wildness.
    And then he said, “Done,” very softly, slipped her drawers off and looking up, smiled at her with such beauty she felt as though she’d been bestowed the sweetest of gifts. “Now it’s speed that’s your initial requirement, right?” Again, that soft indulgence as though she had but to ask and he would oblige.
    “Please.” She could barely speak, the tumult of her body and brain and quivering senses like a raging storm with no beginning or end, no quiet center that allowed her to think beyond her fevered needs.
    A man of experience, he recognized that overwrought incoherence and he knew what to do when a woman was beyond the most fundamental conversation. He moved onto the bed with fluid grace, slid over her in a ripple of muscle and sinew and gently lowered himself between her legs. The ladies’ thighs were always spread wide, like now ... a constant in his experience. Scandalously handsome, virile men like Flynn Ito didn’t have to woo like men of lesser attributes.
    But tonight, he was equally enthralled; it wasn’t the usual game, and to that purpose, he took special care to please the lady.
    He entered her without preliminaries, as she wished, the word speed’ bringing a faint smile to his mouth as he eased forward, her soft little exhalation of satisfaction as he drove in, echoing in his mind. She was slippery wet, hot, sleek and deliciously tight, so they both felt the leisurely penetration with particular piquancy.
    She clung to him, every heated cell in her body welcoming him, every pulsing bit of flesh that came into contact with him experiencing a degree of enchantment she’d not thought possible. He was huge, huge, slowly filling her, the tantalizing progress burning through her senses until he was there, solid and hard and touching her in the shimmering hot depths of her fevered body.
    “Stay,” she whispered, her nails digging into his back. “Stay, stay, stay.”
    He obliged her, understanding as she rose