Strictly Taboo(220)

“We should talk.” Penny told him, twisting in his arms. She realized that despite being married, and liking the sex part, she still really didn’t know Flynn as well as she should. If she was going to spend the rest of her life with this man, she didn’t want any secrets between them.

“Can it wait until I’m done having my way with you?” Flynn asked her, and bit her shoulder, hard enough it had Penny gasping, and her growing wet between the legs. Something about the way he used every part of his body on hers when he touched her had her melting in his arms. It was hard to focus on talking when she could feel his teeth scraping against her neck and his hot breath on her earlobe.

“It probably could, but you always fall asleep afterwards, and I want to address something I think that’s important.” She told him and pushed him away for a minute. She wasn’t even sure exactly what she was trying to say, but she felt like something was missing between them. Something that was important, something that needed to be addressed, and she just needed to figure out what it was.

“Okay,” he said, sighing, letting her go and taking a step back. The way he was looking at her, was like a large cat stalking its prey, it had her instinctively taking a step back, even though he hadn’t moved a muscle. It was the gleam in his eye that had her thighs quivering and her heart starting to pound in her chest.

“Do you have feelings for me? I mean, more than just sex? Like, what kind of marriage are you expecting us to have long term?” Penny blurted out, realizing that she’d heard of a lot of marriages of convenience, or partners getting tired of each other over time, or men going outside to their mistresses once their wives had children. She realized she couldn’t share. She’d kill him.

Flynn looked genuinely baffled by her words. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean, do you plan to honor your vows, with our marriage being just between us, no mistresses, no outside women, I don’t think I can share.” Penny told him and took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. “I’d kill you. Or I’d want too, and I can make life pretty miserable if I’m unhappy. I don’t want to be unhappy Flynn, the last few weeks with you have shown me how… happy marriage could be between two people who like each other. I want to like you.”

“Well, I like you too Penny, although I would hope that over time, you end up feeling more than just like for me.” Flynn told her. He took a step closer to her and grabbed the front of her dress, pulling her close to him. It ripped open and her breasts fell out of the torn fabric. Her nipples puckered against the cold air that touched them and she hissed in a breath.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she started to say as his hand came up and grabbed her breast with his hand, massaging it just hard enough to have her forget what she was talking about.

“I want you to love me Penny. I want to be able to love you. You make me laugh, you make me smile, from the moment I heard about you in the letters your father sent, I knew you were the woman for me. I don’t need other women. I just want you. I know it may take time, even years, to prove that to you, but I’m a patient man. But for me, I’m more worried you won’t be able to love me. I want to own your heart too.” Flynn said as his palm scraped over her nipple and then moved to the next breast. He paid equal attention to it, his eyes never leaving hers. He slowly backed her up against the wall next to the fireplace. He tore the fabric of her dress further, exposing her stomach and chemise.

“My heart?” Penelope whispered, her eyes feeling heavy. Licking her lips, she dropped her eyes to his lips, wanting him to kiss her. She could feel the heat on one side from the fireplace, and the cool air from the other half of the room on her bare skin that was faced away from the fireplace.

“Yes, your heart. I want you to love me, helplessly, hopelessly, the kind of love that when we are old and sitting in our rockers together on the front porch, we still hold hands and can appreciate each other’s company. The kind where we argue and it turns into ripping each other’s clothes off even twenty years from now. The kind where I know every inch of your body, and even half asleep, you’ll fantasize about just me in your bed.” Flynn said as he dragged his fingers down her stomach until he managed to get her dress to fall to the ground in a torn heap at her feet. She stood before him, shivering slightly in arousal.

“You have a sensitive side,” Penny teased him. She had wanted to talk about this, but she hadn’t expected him to be so open and honest about something as sappy as romance and love feelings.