“What are you doing?” she gasped.

“Tasting you,” he growled without stopping. “All of you.”

Charlotte hadn’t thought herself a virgin, but under Flynn’s hands, she was. She had never been seduced like this. Had never known that such excruciating pleasure was even possible. She should be mortified, she knew, at the way her legs shook where they were spread, at the way her hips tilted helplessly with want, and at the way her hands left his shoulders and gripped his hair, holding him exactly where she needed.

“Flynn.” It came out somewhere between a plea and a groan.

He sucked hard once and then again, his tongue flicking with unerring precision, and Charlotte felt her world explode in a haze of white light. Pleasure radiated through her in merciless waves, and she whimpered, her entire body shuddering. Flynn didn’t relent, his hands unyielding at her back, and still the spasms kept coming, leaving her panting and shaking and sobbing.

It could have been hours or minutes before she managed to come back to herself, and she folded gracelessly to her knees, her legs unable to hold her any longer. She extracted her fingers from his hair, wrapping them around his neck, her forehead resting on his shoulder. Belatedly she realized that he was breathing as hard as she, every muscle in his body rigid beneath the clothes he still wore.

She wondered if she ought to be embarrassed about this as well, the fact that she knelt in front of this man, stark naked and boneless, while he was yet fully dressed. When she could collect her wits, she would give it more thought. But not right now.

“That was perfect,” she whispered.

Flynn made a harsh sound and nodded.

She lifted her head and gazed at him. In the light from the hearth, she could see his eyes squeezed shut, a grimace across his face. “Flynn?” she whispered.

“I just need a second,” he said hoarsely. “Watching you…that was like nothing…just let me…” He shifted on his knees and groaned softly.

Charlotte glanced down to the fall of his trousers, where she could clearly see the bulge of his straining erection. She slipped a hand from around his neck and stroked him through the rough fabric. Flynn jerked and hissed.

“Charlotte.” She recognized his plea because it was the same as the one that had fallen from her own lips. Exhilaration and hunger flooded through her, knowing that it was she who had brought him to this brink.