Flynn's Kiss (Disarmed & Dangerous) Read Online Free Page A

quiet moment to enjoy the cool slide of aromatic liquid down her throat, set the glass on the table, grabbed two bottles of beer, and made her way outside.
    “Beer anyone?”
    Flynn paused a moment before he straightened from leaning over one of the trestle tables to spare her a long, cool perusal. A small, pleasurable thrill jingled through her as she noted his vivid blue eyes had met hers before tracing the contours of her face. Most men’s eyes automatically dropped to her ample cleavage and made her feel like a sex object before they acknowledged her as a human. She gave him her biggest grin and noted the flicker of interest in his eyes, while the rest of his face remained impassive.
    She proffered the beer, giving the bottle a little inviting waggle. He took his time as though trying to decide whether to trust her offer or not, and just as he reached out, Jack walked boldly over and snaffled it out of her hand, giving her a swift kiss on the top of her head.
    “Life saver, Liberty.”
    Flynn immediately dropped his hand and turned away. She couldn’t believe he could be shy, not when his eyes met hers so brazenly. She took a swift breath, stepped forward, and tried again.
    “I brought one for you too.”
    He took a moment before he glanced over his shoulder to nod at the bottle.
    “What about you?”
    “I don’t drink beer.”
    He turned and crossed his arms over his wide chest. His eyebrows twitched into a dark frown. A small jolt hit her dead center and spread liquid down her thighs, and when it reached her knees, it almost buckled them. Good Lord, he was wicked, and she wanted to devour him.
    “You were drinking it last night.” Considering how little time he’d been in the room, the man hadn’t missed much. In an attempt to keep her cool, she shot her hip forward, lifted her free hand, and tucked an errant curl behind her ear, noting the quick flick of his eyes as he took every move in.
    “No, I was holding a bottle someone bought me, I wasn’t drinking from it.”
    “Why didn’t you tell them you didn’t drink beer?”
    “Because I didn’t want to insult him.”
    Her attention was drawn to his left eyebrow as it shot up. The deep scar slashed across his face to intersect his eyebrow about half an inch from the outer edge. The hair swept upward in a rakish arch, giving him a devilish look as he raised it. Fascinated, she stepped in to take a closer look and heard his panicked intake of breath as he swiped the bottle out of her hand and lifted it to his mouth in one easy move to put an immediate barrier between them.
    Her tentative smile froze in place while she thought about how delightful it would be to take a good nip of his bottom lip. The man was gorgeously edible, and his strange combination of shy and downright bold drew her in.
    He lowered the bottle.
    “Why do you keep doing that?”
    “What?”
    “Staring at me like you’re just about to take a bite out of me.”
    An unfamiliar flare of daring wickedness seized her and she turned to walk away, gurgling laughter erupting from her throat. The man wasn’t so very dim, after all.
    “Maybe I am.” She flung him a flirtatious look over her shoulder, hoping to garner a teasing response back. A flat wave of disappointment lapped over her when he shrugged and turned away to wrestle with another table instead of running after her like she’d expected him to.
    If he wasn’t interested, she decided, it was probably best she stopped flinging herself at him. His eyes gave every indication he wasn’t averse to her, in contrast to the rest of his body language, but an uncomfortable bubble of embarrassment had started to grow, making her believe she needed to stop listening to what his eyes were telling her. Self-conscious, she glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed how she kept throwing herself at the hunk, but no one appeared to be paying any attention. If she curbed her enthusiasm, maybe she wouldn’t end up making a fool out of