WHEN FLYNN HAD asked me to dinner, I’d thought I would explode from the dueling thoughts flooding my mind. One part of me was thrilled and wanted to give a decisive yes. Flynn had turned out to be more engaging and dynamic than I’d ever imagined, and I loved talking to him. It was funny. I thought I’d be so conscious of his being one of the most famous rock stars ever, not to mention being my own personal version of ecstasy, but I really didn’t feel that way at all until right then. Up until that moment, I was with Flynn the man. As soon as he asked me to dinner, I suddenly saw Flynn the rock star standing before me.
I didn’t want to be just another groupie stalker throwing myself at him. When I laid it out for him and explained the situation, I’d expected him to be turned off. He wasn’t. And, he still wanted to have dinner with me! Flynn was the sexiest guy I’d ever laid eyes on. No stage gear necessary. He was naturally hot, and I was so turned on by him, I could feel the arousal pulsing through my veins. Ironically, I was so attracted to him for so long, it deterred me from him, as opposed to making me want to throw my panties in his lap. If I met him at a party and knew nothing about him, I’d want him. It wasn’t his fame or his talent that attracted me. It was him.
Still, something held me back. It bothered me how pathetic I’d felt since the shit had hit the fan with Lee. I didn’t have sexual confidence, and Flynn had seen a million faces and fucked them all. He was used to a certain level of experience I absolutely didn’t have, and for that reason alone I knew we would be a bad pairing.
I was still doing mental gymnastics when he had pulled me toward him. I forgot how to breathe for a minute when I realized he was going to kiss me. The feeling of his lips against mine made me feel like I’d combust. I was drenched before his tongue entered my mouth, and it only got more out of control from there. The taste of him was utterly intoxicating, and I was lost in it, along with the sensation of our tongues sliding together.
Flynn had achieved mastery status in kissing, and I tried not to let it bother me as to how he’d gotten as good as he was by honing his skills on masses of other women.
I didn’t have time to reflect on it for too long because his mouth had given me a touch of amnesia. Had he kissed other people? Had I? I wasn’t even able to string thoughts together anymore. Right then, it was just the two of us.
Holding my head firmly between his hands, he took me on the wildest ride I’d ever been on. Somehow, we fit. The heavy sounds of our breathing were punctuated from time to time by the sounds of us breaking apart to stare at each other before going right back to kissing. My soul was revealed to him, layer-by-layer, as our tongues danced in the most carnal ritual of all. I felt Flynn in an entirely different way than I’d ever experienced anyone before, and it melted me completely. The kiss continued, both of us unwilling or unable to stop.
The sound of Flynn’s cell phone giving him a message alert brought me back to reality with a thud. When Flynn finally pulled back, both of us were panting. Setting his forehead on mine, he groaned. “Jesus, Tessa! What the fuck just happened?”
I shook my head as I continued trying to catch my breath. Running my fingers over my lips, I stared at him in shock. “I don’t know, Flynn. I’ve never… it’s never… I guess it’s you.”
Chuckling, he smoothed my hair. “Well, I think it’s you, and you think it’s me, so… it must be us, together. There’s chemistry here, Tess, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I can see you’re hesitant to take a step forward, but it would be a crime to walk away from this. I promise I won’t push you too far too fast, but I do want to get to know you. Don’t overthink it. Just say yes.”
Every part of my brain was screaming at me to be cautious as I shook my head in the negative, but my mouth blurted out “Yes” anyway. Traitor!
Flynn was clearly delighted by my response, and he quickly kissed me again before standing. I was a little daft just in the moment, staring up at the god-like perfection he was. It should be illegal for anyone to be so attractive. When my gaze dropped to his pants, I almost cried out in shock. He was very turned on, and right then I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt the bulge I coveted when I was younger was all Flynn, no rolled up tube socks involved.
Holy. Shit. Talk about a shock.
It was titillating and terrifying all at the same time. I wanted him so badly I could almost taste it, but I could tell just from the bulge in his pants he had to easily be almost double the size Lee was. In addition to being crappy, sex with Lee hurt. I suspected it was because I was never wet enough, but what if it wasn’t? There really was such a thing as being too tight, and I knew some people had problems accommodating larger sizes. I was in no way confident I could take Flynn.
When he held out his hand to pull me up, my heart was in my throat. Being assailed with feelings I’d never come close to experiencing before had me a bit loopy. It was going to be a lot to digest and assimilate.
Pulling me closer to him, he smiled at me as he gently ran his fingers down my cheeks. “I can almost see the wheels spinning in your head, babe. We’ll take it one day at a time, Tess, I promise. Never anything more than you can handle. Don’t shut me out. Give whatever this is a chance.”
I’m not even sure why, but I nodded my head in trance-like agreement.
Pulling me into his arms, he covered my lips with his own again. Briefly, so briefly, he kissed me goodnight. I’d never have imagined Flynn had it in him to be so tender, but he really was. With one more kiss on the lips, followed by another glide of his fingers down my cheek, he turned to leave.
“Sweet dreams, Tess. I’ll see you tomorrow.”