“I just want you.”
The four most beautiful words in the English language. They had Flynn wishing for a bed and privacy and time to fulfill her every fantasy and all of his. But she wasn’t just any woman, ripe for a tumble. She was the sister of one of his closest friends. And she was not, as Xander had pointed out, for playing with.
Flynn wasn’t feeling playful. None of the things Pru stirred in him were so simple as that. She was a woman who gave everything and asked almost nothing in return. Much as it seemed to rankle her, she was reliable and dependable—the family rock in the absence of their mother. But she was so much more than that and needed someone to show her. She wanted this, wanted him. How could he turn away from such a request?
He cradled her face, tipping it up until moon
