Free Flynn's Kiss (Disarmed & Dangerous) by Diane Saxon

There was nothing for it but to go home, sleep, wake up the next morning, and pretend nothing had happened. She straightened her shoulders, pushed her chest out, and moved her walk to a stride.
    She had to make a decision on whether she was going to continue her research in New Zealand, and she needed a clear head, knowing once the commitment was made, she would have a further seven months of solitude. Perhaps it would be for the best. She was never going to be able to look Flynn in the eye again. Her human interaction skills were so poor, she should really just stick to communicating with micro-organisms.
    Chin up, she reached her hand toward the door of her lodge and died a thousand deaths as a dark shadow whipped around from her side to behind her and snaked a steely arm around her waist. Before she had time to draw in breath, his solid muscular body pressed into her back and pushed her straight up against the closed door. The yellow Stetson gave a groan and a loud whoosh as the weight of her body flattened it against the door. A gruff male voice rasped in her ear.
    “It’s me.”
    She already knew. She could smell him, warm and musky. It didn’t slow her heartbeat down one iota knowing who it was. In fact, the rapid tattoo it beat out against her ribs seemed to echo double-time in the base of her throat.
    “I have a couple of things I need to say.” His breath was a warm rush against her neck, sapping the strength from her bones. As her knees weakened, he jerked her body against his, and the abused Stetson dropped from her numbed fingers onto the floor at her feet. He squeezed his arm tighter around her waist and pressed in closer, until she could feel his rigid penis pressed hard against her rump. His hips surged upward, trapping her body against his.
    “One, I wasn’t avoiding you or anyone. I had things to do and I like to be alone. Two …” He flattened his hand out across her belly as his other moved around to cup her breast, spreading warmth from his palm over her bosom. “I’m interested. Very interested.” His voice rasped in her ear as he stroked his palm down to the juncture of her thighs. At the same time, he gave a gentle squeeze of her breast, and the heat of his hands soaked through her clothes, her skin, her bones until she gave a desperate whimper.
    “… and C…” He nipped the back of her neck and she collapsed, boneless, against the wooden door. “You’re only five years older than me, not six, but I like older women…they have more experience and…” His hand slipped down the inside of her jeans, and his fingers worked their way between her legs where her soft flesh was already swollen and wet. “…enthusiasm.”
    Her teeth almost rattled as he popped the button on her jeans, whipped down her zipper, and slipped his fingers between her heated folds. Her eyelids fluttered, and she tipped her head back to rest it on his chest. She braced herself against him and attempted to push her hips forward, but he held her imprisoned as his fingers plunged deep inside her scorching center, sending her senses into spiraling, pulsating orgasm. Pinned between Flynn and the door, she was helpless to either move away or do anything to increase her own pleasure except let him control, and it was almost more pleasure than she could handle. She pressed her palms against the door and turned her fiery cheek to the side.
    “Flynn.”
    He withdrew his hand. Breath filled her lungs and exploded back out again as anticipation made her pant in short, sharp gasps. She’d had no idea there was more, wasn’t sure she could take any more.
    He spun her around to face him, yanked her jeans down her legs, and before she knew it, before she had even realized, his own jeans were open and he was plunging, thick and pulsating inside her. His face tucked into her neck, his body pounded into hers, holding her a willing prisoner against the hard, smooth door. He stepped on her jeans and hauled her feet out of them. Her