“Then I’ll make you turn around, but I’d much rather you do it yourself.” He said calmly.
Penny debated, give in now and seem weak, and obedient, or refuse and get in a possible physical altercation where she’d lose because she was physically weaker then him. Before she had time to make a decision, Flynn walked over to her and pulled her away from the cabinet where she’d been hanging her dresses. He pulled her so she was half-way facing him and then moved to stand in front of her. He wasn’t mean about it, he didn’t hurt her, but it did make her have the urge to kick him in the shin.
“You took too long,” he said and grinned at her, flashing perfect, straight white teeth. He was a tall, good looking man. His sandy blond curls teased the nape of his neck and his light blue eyes and tanned skin made it clear that he wasn’t afraid of being outdoors. He had a couple of laugh lines around his eyes that made it look like he smiled a lot. If she hadn’t been in such a foul mood, she might have actually told him he was beautiful.
Except she was, so she didn’t.
“Okay, now you’ve seen me. I need a bath, some dinner, and a good night sleep before I’ll even be remotely decent company, so if you know what’s good for your emotional wellbeing, I suggest you get out of my room.” Penny told him bluntly. She warned him. At this point, anything he did was his own damn fault for not listening.
“Such sass,” Flynn said and raised his eyebrows upwards as he looked down at her. She was pale, with a few freckles on her nose. Her features were feminine and dainty, and her bright copper red hair was in a single long braid down her back. A few strands had escaped the braid and curled around her cheek, making him stop and tuck one behind her ear. Brushing her cheek with his fingers she stiffened.
“What in the world are you doing?” She hissed at him. “If my father sees you touching me, there’s no way out of this for me.”
“What do you mean a way out?” Flynn looked genuinely confused.
Penny sighed and glared at him. “Marriage. You changing your mind, me going back home where I belong, and my father not blaming me for it. But if he sees you touch me, he’ll insist we be married, no matter what.”
“Sweetie, I’m not giving you a way out. There’s plenty of ways to tame a woman, you don’t scare me.” Flynn told her and winked. “I’ll see you in the morning after breakfast. I assume you know how to ride?”
“Yes, but I have no intention of going riding with you. Now or ever,” she told him frostily.
“I was going to show you the land, but if you don’t want to see it, suit yourself.” He said shrugging.
“I’m sure your land is very pretty, but I don’t plan on staying.” She told him and then tried to pull her arm from him. When he wouldn’t let go she put her hand on his chest and pushed him hard. He stumbled backwards, and took her with him since he didn’t let go of her arm. She landed against his chest hard and tipped off her feet. She didn’t fall because of the grip he still had on her arm.
“Exactly what are you trying to do here?” He whispered inches from her ear, he brought his other arm around her waist to steady her for a moment. Feeling her body fit against his, he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and looking down at her. His eyes had darkened and the hungry way he looked at her, scared her just a little bit.
“Let go of me,” she ordered him. She could feel her breasts pushed hard against his chest and tried not to wonder what it would feel like if they were pressed skin to skin. It wasn’t painful, or scary like she’d imagined, instead, feeling herself pressed in his arms had her feeling achy in places she didn’t know could feel that way.
“Say please.” Flynn told her and when she shook her head no he laughed. “Okay, then pay the price. A single kiss, I’ll let you go. Either say please, or kiss me. Your choice.”
Penny just stared at him. He wasn’t at all what she was expecting. Every time she pushed, he pushed back. He didn’t seem phased by her at all, and he didn’t seem like he found her irritating.
She’d just have to try harder.
“If you don’t pick one, I’ll pick for you, and since I can’t talk for you I am going to guess you can assume what I will pick,” lowering his voice, he licked his lips and made his intention clear.
Penny stared at his tongue, forgetting to speak. She wondered what his tongue would feel like against her own, if his lips pressing against hers would be soft, or if they’d just mash together in an awkward melding of flesh.
Before she could pick, he leaned down and kissed her, answering the question to that thought. His lips fit over hers and when she gasped, he gently invaded her mouth with his tongue. He let go of her arm and put it on the back of her head to keep her from pulling away. It was soft, and erotic, gentle yet firm. He wasn’t about to let the girl get away, not when he had her exactly where he wanted her and she was melting in his arms.