Game for Tonight by Karen Erickson

had just rocked her world so thoroughly.
    And he wasn’t even finished yet.
    Flynn came back over, and she spread her legs, accommodating him as he nestled his hips between her thighs. His cock teased her wet center as he nudged against her, back and forth, the head pressing against her clit and making her writhe beneath him.
    “Beautiful,” he murmured just as he entered her. Slowly filling her up, inch by inch, her breath leaving her in a gust of shuddery air as he slid deeper. As deep as he could go, completely embedded in her as she lay there and took him in.
    Pausing, he waited, his cock pulsing inside her body, his hands braced on her pillow, his fingers grappling in her hair, tugging it. She opened her eyes to find him hovering above her, his eyes tightly closed, his mouth thin, his entire expression one of fierce concentration.
    Aubrey reached for him, resting her hand against his cheek, and he opened his eyes. “What are you waiting for?” she asked, her voice soft.
    He cracked a rueful smile. “I don’t want to move too fast. You feel so damn good, Aub.” Turning his head into her hand, he kissed her palm. “I’m afraid this might end before it really gets started, if you know what I mean.”
    His words, the sincerity and humor in his voice touched her deeply. Too deeply. Unable to process pesky emotions at the moment, she dropped her hand and let it land on his shoulder, her fingers caressing his smooth, hot skin. Slowly, silently, they began to move, Flynn withdrawing almost all the way from her body before he slid back inside, the heated friction of his pulsating cock making her moan.
    His long, measured thrusts would be the death of her. She knew it. And at the moment, she was okay with it. Fine, so she’d die being fucked by the ever-patient, ever-accurate, and ever-controlled Flynn Foley. At least she’d die happy. Her mother might be ashamed when the headline read, “ Hawks Publicist Dies While De-Virginizing Foley ,” but Aubrey wouldn’t be around to see it, so no biggie.
    She wound her shaky legs around his hips and clung to him, her hands gripping his shoulders so tight that her nails were leaving dents in his skin. He didn’t seem to notice. He was so completely focused on the push and pull of their bodies. His face was full of intent concentration, and sweat beaded on his forehead. She trailed her fingers down the distended cords of muscle in his neck, across his collarbone.
    He didn’t so much as flinch. Damn it, she wanted to see him lose control, fall apart, come undone. All of those awesome, amazing things would happen because of her. She wanted to be the cause of his undoing.
    “Flynn.” Her breathless whisper made him cast his gaze down to hers. “Go faster.”
    Without a word, he increased his pace, and she held him tighter, the wondrous friction their joined bodies created sending sparks of tingling heat deep in her core. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he reached beneath her with one hand sprawled across her butt and held her even closer, his hips thrusting, his breath hot and heavy near her ear.
    “You feel amazing,” he said with a groan, startling her. Had she ever heard Flynn say that word? She didn’t think so, but, oh, it sounded good right now. He sounded ragged, and his movements were becoming less precise, as if he finally might be losing control, and she gripped his neck tight, moving her head back so he could kiss her.
    It was a sloppy, decadent kiss, full of open mouths, harsh breaths, and tangling tongues. He rammed his hips, and she writhed beneath him, begging him for more. For him to go deeper, harder, faster, all of those good, delicious words that meant her orgasm was imminent.
    Because it was. It so was. Two orgasms in one night, talk about a bonus. The virgin had touched her as though he’d somehow found the Aubrey Cooper playbook and studied night after night just how to make her go off like a rocket.
    Like she was about to at