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

Even now, lying in bed when his body should be relaxed and satiated, the thought of Miss Liberty Sophia Glennon roused his body.
    His smile grew even wider. No sex in eighteen months. No wonder she’d been—what was her word for it? Enthusiastic. He’d have called it desperate. Only she hadn’t been desperate for just any man. Those eyes of hers had given her away. She hadn’t been able to take them off him since the first moment she saw him. They’d been like beacons drawing him in, begging him for attention. Well, she sure as hell had gotten all of his attention. Twice now. And twice he’d walked away—or in this case, stumbled.
    Women normally didn’t touch his face. If anything, they tended to avoid contact, both visually and physically. That was the problem. He wasn’t used to the attention, and Liberty didn’t seem fazed by his scars. He was, though. He couldn’t help it. It came from three years of bad experiences.
    He wriggled uncomfortably as his body stirred. Perhaps he should go back, make sure she was okay, and see if she was up for a second round.
    Or perhaps not.
    He wasn’t sure of her reception and thought it might be better to let her cool down, find her dainty little sandals, and rescue the decimated hat, wherever it might be.
    He chuckled to himself, rolled over onto his side, and tried to force his brain to quiet down, without success.
    Not ready to give her up, he contemplated the best way to entice a little more sex from her, knowing he wanted her sweet, lush little body more than once. He let his mind wander through the possibilities of enticing Ms. Glennon. His eyes fluttered closed, his breathing regulated, but the smile still remained as he slipped into a deep restful sleep.
    •●•
    Where the fuck was she? How could one little woman simply disappear from the face of the Earth? It wasn’t right. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. He’d gotten himself all hot and lathered and a huge erection going on by the time he’d arrived at her lodge that morning, all ready to fuck her brains out before maybe taking her out for breakfast, parading her around a little, letting folks know she was his.
    He’d got a woman. He hadn’t had a girlfriend for almost three years. He’d had sex, it wasn’t so difficult to come by, but a relationship with all the trimmings…he was beginning to think it might be what he needed. It didn’t mean he was making a lifelong commitment. She may be lush and gorgeous with eyes he fell into every time he looked at her, and soft, rounded curves that suited her buoyant, bouncy nature. It was a refreshing change, but beyond her laughing and joking, he wasn’t convinced she had the level of intelligence to keep him interested. Most of what came out of her mouth was laughter and light teasing, and there was probably only so much of it a man could take. He liked intelligent women.
    She couldn’t be that bright. She’d disappeared.
    He rubbed his face and considered going back to shave before he tracked her down, and then shrugged. It didn’t make any difference, she wasn’t going to want him to put his face against hers anyway, despite reaching out to touch him with her fingers; she wouldn’t want the intimacy of his scars up against her sweet, soft skin.
    He stopped as he reached the stables and wondered what the hell he was doing there. He’d damned near searched the entire property. The first place he’d called at was Jack and Kate’s, but Jack had been at work and Kate hadn’t even mentioned the bouncy brunette. He hadn’t wanted to bring up her name in case she was keeping him a secret.
    He chewed the inside of his cheek where the scar tissue had left a thick ridge, glanced at his surroundings, and gave up on his search.
    He was shit with women. He’d only just gotten himself laid and he’d lost her.
    “Flynn. You going to stand there all day with your thumb up your ass, or are you coming to help an old man?”
    He grinned. Carl had been old when