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Are you& She trailed off.
Recovering?
She nodded.
Nah. I just don t drink. Not since I was like twenty-five. Just a glass of something
at a wedding or whatever. You remember what I said about coffee?
Yeah.
Yeah. I m twitchy enough without chemicals short-circuiting shit in my head.
Maybe you should take up smoking, Laurel teased.
He stood. Don t fuckin tempt me. Hardest breakup of my life, me and cigarettes.
She offered an empathetic smile. How long were you going out?
Flynn looked at the ceiling, doing math in his head. Twelve years. He went to the
sink to fill a pint glass with water.
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Wow, well done. Laurel raised her glass and choked down another gulp in honor
of Flynn s abstinence. Gut-rotting or not, the wine was working. She felt heat seep over
her skin, loosening her muscles and mouth and inhibitions.
Can you tell I m super-nervous? she asked.
Flynn met her eyes. I d be worried if you weren t. But no, you don t seem that
nervous.
Are you nervous?
Nah. He sat back down with his glass. I ve been on board with this part of
myself for a few years now, and I know when a girl s worth getting nervous over.
Laurel frowned, insulted. What do you mean?
You didn t show up with a trench coat, so I know you re not going to whip it off
and be wearing some crazy get-up made out of black plastic and dog collars, asking me
to parade you down Broadway.
Oh. But you re not nervous about, I don t know& your performance or whatever?
Should I be? You got high standards?
She considered it a moment and Flynn laughed.
Neither of us is here to prove anything, he said. We re here to have fun, and for
you to maybe get your motor cranked like you never knew it could be. Or not. Who
knows? My ego s not tied up in this going a certain way. The only thing that makes me
nervous is hurting you by mistake, and I trust myself enough to think that s unlikely.
Are you good about knowing? You know, if a woman s about to freak out.
He nodded. I think fighting s taught me how to read people pretty good.
You should take up poker. Laurel drained her glass and set it aside. Do you
have some kind of waiver I should sign, Mr. Preparedness?
Nah, let s start. If I do something that makes you want to sue me, I ll probably
deserve it.
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Laurel smiled at him, feeling as if she d uncovered a new, complex dimension of a
man who d seemed so simple at first glance. He stuck his neck out for this, putting his
faith in his partners as much as they did him. Maybe more.
You re really quite& trusting, Laurel offered.
And you re really quite attractive when you bust my balls, sub shop girl. Why
don t we get down to business and see how this goes?
The chatting and alcohol had eased the tension in Laurel s body but it flooded back
with a vengeance as Flynn sat beside her. His weight shifted the loveseat, reminding
her just how big he was.
She cleared her throat. Can we keep it pretty vanilla, to start? And I could tell you
when I might want you to get& meaner?
He nodded. Whatever you need.
Okay, good. She studied his eyes, different than she remembered. Blue with a
dark outer ring and a burst of amber around the pupil. She realized she probably
looked silly, her eyes crossed from staring at him this close up. Then he kissed her and
she couldn t give a good goddamn about anything except his mouth.
Training wheels or not, Flynn only gave her a couple soft kisses before his tongue
slid between her lips, hot and wet and aggressive. Laurel sucked a breath through her
nose, focusing on her body s thrill and filtering out the fear. His palms felt broad and
warm as they grazed her neck, a little taste of the promised roughness in the way his
fingers tangled in her hair, freeing half of it from the elastic. She stroked his shoulders
and chest, taking in the firm contours as his tongue delved deeper.
He pulled his head back an inch. Get in my lap.
A shiver trickled through Laurel at that first order. She toyed with saying Yes, Sir
but wasn t ready to jump into her role quite that efficiently. She tossed a leg over and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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Are you& She trailed off.
Recovering?
She nodded.
Nah. I just don t drink. Not since I was like twenty-five. Just a glass of something
at a wedding or whatever. You remember what I said about coffee?
Yeah.
Yeah. I m twitchy enough without chemicals short-circuiting shit in my head.
Maybe you should take up smoking, Laurel teased.
He stood. Don t fuckin tempt me. Hardest breakup of my life, me and cigarettes.
She offered an empathetic smile. How long were you going out?
Flynn looked at the ceiling, doing math in his head. Twelve years. He went to the
sink to fill a pint glass with water.
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Wow, well done. Laurel raised her glass and choked down another gulp in honor
of Flynn s abstinence. Gut-rotting or not, the wine was working. She felt heat seep over
her skin, loosening her muscles and mouth and inhibitions.
Can you tell I m super-nervous? she asked.
Flynn met her eyes. I d be worried if you weren t. But no, you don t seem that
nervous.
Are you nervous?
Nah. He sat back down with his glass. I ve been on board with this part of
myself for a few years now, and I know when a girl s worth getting nervous over.
Laurel frowned, insulted. What do you mean?
You didn t show up with a trench coat, so I know you re not going to whip it off
and be wearing some crazy get-up made out of black plastic and dog collars, asking me
to parade you down Broadway.
Oh. But you re not nervous about, I don t know& your performance or whatever?
Should I be? You got high standards?
She considered it a moment and Flynn laughed.
Neither of us is here to prove anything, he said. We re here to have fun, and for
you to maybe get your motor cranked like you never knew it could be. Or not. Who
knows? My ego s not tied up in this going a certain way. The only thing that makes me
nervous is hurting you by mistake, and I trust myself enough to think that s unlikely.
Are you good about knowing? You know, if a woman s about to freak out.
He nodded. I think fighting s taught me how to read people pretty good.
You should take up poker. Laurel drained her glass and set it aside. Do you
have some kind of waiver I should sign, Mr. Preparedness?
Nah, let s start. If I do something that makes you want to sue me, I ll probably
deserve it.
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Cara McKenna
Laurel smiled at him, feeling as if she d uncovered a new, complex dimension of a
man who d seemed so simple at first glance. He stuck his neck out for this, putting his
faith in his partners as much as they did him. Maybe more.
You re really quite& trusting, Laurel offered.
And you re really quite attractive when you bust my balls, sub shop girl. Why
don t we get down to business and see how this goes?
The chatting and alcohol had eased the tension in Laurel s body but it flooded back
with a vengeance as Flynn sat beside her. His weight shifted the loveseat, reminding
her just how big he was.
She cleared her throat. Can we keep it pretty vanilla, to start? And I could tell you
when I might want you to get& meaner?
He nodded. Whatever you need.
Okay, good. She studied his eyes, different than she remembered. Blue with a
dark outer ring and a burst of amber around the pupil. She realized she probably
looked silly, her eyes crossed from staring at him this close up. Then he kissed her and
she couldn t give a good goddamn about anything except his mouth.
Training wheels or not, Flynn only gave her a couple soft kisses before his tongue
slid between her lips, hot and wet and aggressive. Laurel sucked a breath through her
nose, focusing on her body s thrill and filtering out the fear. His palms felt broad and
warm as they grazed her neck, a little taste of the promised roughness in the way his
fingers tangled in her hair, freeing half of it from the elastic. She stroked his shoulders
and chest, taking in the firm contours as his tongue delved deeper.
He pulled his head back an inch. Get in my lap.
A shiver trickled through Laurel at that first order. She toyed with saying Yes, Sir
but wasn t ready to jump into her role quite that efficiently. She tossed a leg over and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]