Picture Perfect

shit hit the fan with Lee. I didn’t have sexual confidence, and Flynn’s seen a million faces and fucked them all. He was used to a certain level of experience that I absolutely didn’t have, and for that reason I knew we would be a bad pairing.
    My brain was a riot of conflicting thoughts when he pulled me toward him. The feeling of his lips against mine made me feel like I'd combust. I was drenched before his tongue entered my mouth, and it only got more out of control after that. The taste of him was utterly intoxicating, and I was lost in it, along with the sensation of our tongues sliding together.
    Flynn had achieved mastery status in kissing, and I tried not to let it bother me that he'd gotten as good as he was by honing his skills on masses of other women.
    I didn't have time to reflect on that thought for too long because his mouth had given me a touch of amnesia. Had he kissed other people? Had I? I could no longer remember. Right at that moment, it was just the two of us.
    Holding my head firmly between his hands, he took me on the wildest ride I'd ever been on. Somehow, we fit. The heavy sounds of our breathing were punctuated from time to time by the sounds of us breaking apart to stare at each other before going right back to kissing. My soul was revealed, layer-by-layer, to him as our tongues danced in the most carnal ritual of all. I felt Flynn in an entirely different way than I'd ever experienced anyone before, and it melted me completely. The kiss continued, both of us unwilling or unable to stop.
    The sound of Flynn's cell phone giving him a message alert brought me back to reality with a thud. When Flynn finally pulled back, both of us were panting. Setting his forehead on mine, he groaned. "Jesus, Tessa! What the hell is this?"
    I shook my head as I continued trying to catch my breath. "I don’t know Flynn. I've never… it's never… I guess it's you."
    Chuckling, he smoothed my hair. "Well, I think it's you, and you think it's me so… it must be us, together. There’s chemistry here Tess, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I can see that you’re reticent about taking steps forward, but it would be a crime to walk away from this. I promise I won’t push you too far too fast, but I do want to get to know you. Don’t overthink it. Just say yes.”
    Every part of my brain was screaming at me to be cautious as I shook my head in the negative, but my mouth blurted out “Yes” anyway. Traitor!
    Flynn was clearly delighted by my response, and he quickly kissed me again before standing. I was a little daft just at that moment, staring up at the god like perfection that he was. It should be illegal for anyone to be that attractive. When my gaze dropped to his slacks, I almost cried out in shock. He was very turned on, and right then I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that the bulge I coveted when I was younger was all Flynn, no rolled up tube socks involved. Shit.
    It was titillating and terrifying all at the same time. I wanted him so badly that I could almost taste it, but I could tell just by what I saw at that moment that he had to easily be almost double the size that Lee was. In addition to being crappy, sex with Lee hurt. I suspected that was because I was never wet enough, but what if it wasn’t? There really was such a thing as being too tight, and I know some people had problems accommodating larger sizes. I was in no way confident that I could take Flynn.
    When he held out his hand to pull me up, my heart was in my throat. Being assailed with feelings I’d never come close to experiencing before had me a bit loopy. It was going to be a lot to digest and assimilate. Of course, I didn’t really have time to process anything, because I’d be at a tour meeting with Flynn tomorrow and the night after that, we’d be at dinner together.
    Pulling me closer to him, he smiled at me as he gently ran his fingers down my cheeks. “I can almost see the wheels spinning in your head, babe. We’ll take it one day at a time Tess, I promise. Never anything more than you can handle. This is a magical thing, sweetness. Don’t shut me out. Give whatever this is a chance.”
    I nodded my head in trancelike agreement. I’m not even sure why.
    Pulling me into his arms, he covered my lips with his own again. Briefly, so briefly, he kissed me goodnight. I’d never have imagined that Flynn had it in him to be so tender, but he really was. With one more kiss on the lips, followed