First Dance (Strip in the City, Book 3)

16 • Down and Dirty

Kennedy

As soon as Flynn opens the door, he pulls me inside by the hand and pushes me up against the wall.

A surprised breath leaves me in a whoosh as our eyes connect in the dark living room.

He's so much taller than me I have to raise up on my toes in a relevé just to hold his gaze. There's something molten in his look. And it's something I don't remember seeing before.

"I've never needed you more," he says, grabbing my chin and lowering his mouth to mine in a rough kiss that feels different from any other time he's kissed me.

There's more teeth and tongue. His free hand cups the curve of my breast and squeezes.

At first, my limbs are stiff as he grinds himself into my stomach. I don't know what is goin' on in his brain and that is maddening. Is this a reunion? Does this mean our wedding is back on?

I don't have an answer for that, but I can tell this boy wants me again, and that's all I need. To feel wanted by him. For him to choose me.

Isn't it?

Of course it is. Of course. This is Flynn. The man who put a ring on my finger after twelve years. He's my person.

After a few seconds, I get my brain to relax and let Flynn kiss me like he wants, because all I want is for him to come back to me.

I want to sweep all the ugly mess of the past two weeks under the rug and start over better than before.

If this is his apology, I can be okay with that.

His lips break away from mine and he stares down at me a little slack jawed. His thumb traces the outline of my wet lower lip. His other thumbs rolls over my nipple.

Normally, I'd be putty for him. Already slipping out of my dress and getting on my knees. But something has me holding back.

Almost like he can read my mind, Flynn cocks a smile.

"Seeing you act like a cheeky little slut right in front of me has me so fucking hot for you."

He just called me a slut. As if I was the one who cheated.

My hand twitches, and I realize my first reaction to that comment is to slap him for it. If he was anyone else, I surely would have.

But before I can curse him out, I realize he wasn't trying to shame me. He was talkin' dirty. And the craziest part is I think he liked me flirting with Lucas.

Is this what was missing from our relationship? Jealousy? Did he want me to flirt with other guys in front of him?

All evidence points to yes.

Which...I can't understand. Call me a prude, but I wanted my man to be my man. I want him to hate that another man was looking at me, not egged on by it.

His hand travels from my chin down my throat. Lingering there like he owns me. "Bad little girls like you deserved to get fucked hard, don't they?"

He squeezes my breast, hard, and I gasp.

This causes a big ole grin to spread across his face.

I want Flynn back, but not this version. For whatever reason, his unusual behavior gives me some clarity.

Things can't go any further, and I know what this is to him.

"Listen, I want to talk to you before we get down to callin' each other sluts."