Page 50 of The Muse
“Have you been friends for a long time?”
“Only since I moved here. I met her through an app that matches roommates. She’s going to law school.”
Flynn nods, and I get the sense that he’s stalling. I hope it’s because he doesn’t want to leave me and not just that he doesn’t want to get back to work. In case it is for me, I take a step closer to give him options.
“Thanks for the flowers. And fixing the leak.” I take another step, sliding my hand around his wrist while lifting onto my toes so my lips reach his cheek. Before I kiss it, I pause, giving him the chance to turn toward me so our mouths fuse.
He doesn’t, so I kiss his cheek and linger a few seconds before dropping to my heels.
“You’re welcome,” he whispers, blinking several times before ducking his head, lips brushing my cheek before kissing it. “And the leak isn’t fixed yet, but I’ll get it done.”
Plumbing has never sounded so sexy. This is torture.
It’s hot in here, so I swallow hard and pull my hair over one shoulder. His gaze follows my hands, and suddenly it’s not only hot in here, it’s really quiet. I still when he reaches for my hair, sliding a few locks between his fingers while dipping his head again. This time, he teases his lips along my neck while his other hand skates to my waist and the bare skin between my crop top and pants.
My jaw slackens as I fight the unsteadiness in my knees.
Flynn kisses my neck from my shoulder to my ear, and I feel his grin when I shiver. How is it possible to shiver while on fire?
I tease his nape with my fingernails, and his grip on my waist tightens as his other hand cups the back of my head, angling it so our mouths line up. I lean in for a kiss, but he pulls back a fraction and grins.
I might kill him.
“Fuck you,” I whisper. That word rarely comes out of my mouth, but he’s pushed me to my limit.
His grin swells for a second before he comes back in and kisses me. A real kiss. How will I explain this kiss to Ally, my mom, or my grandkids one day? Sure, to everyone else, it would seem likejusta kiss. It’s not. It might be better than sex, chocolate, and cocaine—all combined.
My only fear? It’s going to end. And Flynn has somehow made himself the gatekeeper of kisses. How long before I get another one?
Another hit.
Another high.
My free hand grips his arm to steady myself as he walks me backward a few steps until my back hits the wall. My lips part a little more to let him taste the inside of my mouth. A low moan vibrates between us, and I’m not sure if it’s me or him.
He ghosts his fingers along my ribs, thumb brushing the bottom of my breast over my shirt. Then he slides it a fractionmore, and his thumb barely moves, almost like a twitch, but it does so along my nipple.
I might orgasm just from that.
And then … nothing.
He stands straight, hands at his sides while rubbing his lips together. I touch my lips as if I need proof that the kiss happened. In doing so, I grin.
Flynn’s shoulders pull back an extra inch. “It’s shaping up to be a pretty damn good day,” he says.
Why does his declaration make me blush even more? I chuckle and nod slowly. “Agree.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he says.
I continue to bob my head as if it’s on a spring. He opens the door beside me, and I snap to attention as he steps into the hallway and turns.
“Thanks for letting me kiss you and touch your boob,” he says with the most matter-of-fact expression.
I roll my lips between my teeth and nod several times. He’s so … everything!
Confident.
Sexy.
