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I’m in awe of her patience, but my most basic needs take over when she offers me her neck. I rub my nose and mouth against her, inhaling her floral scent mixed with an enticing hint of arousal.
I piston my fingers through her silken heat while my lips close around her nipple. When she cries out, I work her harder. “Listen to your perfect pussy drenching my fingers the way it’s about to drench my cock.”
She throws her head back with a moan, digging her nails into my bare shoulders as she rides my hand between her thighs. “I can’t wait. I need more.”
Molly turns quickly, dragging a slick trail from my fingers, across her upper thigh, and hip, then arches her gorgeous, heart-shaped ass. “Like this. Please, Rowan.”
She doesn’t have to ask. I’m already aligning my body with hers, rubbing the tip of my cock against her entrance before gliding home.
“Ah!”
I watch her spread for me as I slide in and out with bristles of pleasure lapping up my shaft.
I’m forced to hold a hand around her middle while she quivers around me, spasming three times with a near instantaneous orgasm that promises to milk me along with it.
Her spine stretches as she pushes back while I fuck her through the last wave, and on my life, there’s never been a woman to undo me like she has. To have me on the brink of insanity, while somehow keeping me whole, and it’s both exhilarating and petrifying.
“Do you want me to pull out?” I barely manage the question through the prickles of ecstasy that are soon to be my climax.
“No!” she cries out, clenching even harder than before. “I’m on the pill. I promise. You can trust me.”
I pin her down on the counter, roaring through my release until I’m rising on my goddamn toes. I pump in and out until hot bursts of cum fill her, and for a split second, I wish she wasn’t on birth control. I genuinely wish there was a chance she could get pregnant, and that thought alone rocks me.
She continues rolling against me, moaning lazily, as if she can’t get enough, and as I’m kissing a path down her spine, something detrimental occurs to me.
I don’t need a therapist to confirm if I trust Molly. Because I already do.
Chapter Nineteen
Molly
I study my reflection in the gilded, three-paneled mirror in my bedroom. Beside the partition, Jillian and Britney gasp with excitement.
The beauty I see is surely make-believe… But I’m just as stunning in my wedding gown as Rowan claimed I was last night, and a heady rush surges from my fingertips to my toes as I replay his words for what must be the thousandth time this morning.
“What do you think?” Danika asks as she backs away from the platform I’m standing on to air out the bottom of my wedding gown.
Standing by the edge of my bed, Kenzie looks over at me thoughtfully. “I actually like it,” she says, as if maybe she’d had some doubts.
The mirror displays every angle of the all-lace, long sleeve dress, including the luxurious satin ribbon that crosses over my lower back before ending in a large bow above my backside.
I trace the softly stitched flowers that spread from the sweetheart top all the way through the short, flared train of the mermaid cut gown. The style, the elegant modesty of the sleeves, and the blush-tinged fabric instead of a traditional white… “It’s perfect. How did you know?”
I glance over my shoulder at her, touched to find her eyes filled with pride and joy for a woman she’s known just over a month. “It wasn’t me, darling.”
Kenzie shrugs when I look at her, but it’s Danika’s soft smile that gives him away. “Rowan picked this out?”
“He did, and he’ll be delighted that you love it.” She claps excitedly.
I’m astonished. I figured he would let the two of them pick it out for me. But that he made an effort to choose something as special as this for a day that’s supposedly meaningless claims a piece of my heart.
My bedroom door swings open, and the man himself strolls in with that ever-present aura of power. I whirl around, nearly toppling off the pedestal.
He’s wide-eyed, standing there in a charcoal sweater, relaxed pants, and light-brown shoes. An outfit I’ve come to recognize as his comfy clothes.
“What are you doing in here?” Danika shrieks before stuffing me behind the partition. “You can’t see her in her gown before the big day. It’s bad luck!”
He sputters, as if that thought never occurred to him. “I…”
