Her lips twitch with humor. "I know."
I nibble her lower lip, causing the breathiest moan to slip free. "I'm older than you."
Her mouth curves into a smirk. "And you're the team's biggest manwhore."
"Was," I correct. "I was the team's biggest whore. Over the past year, I haven't been sleeping around as much." Or at all, but this isn't really the time or place to reveal that.
"I know." She sucks in a breath. "But I still want you, Thorne. I... I trust you."
"Fuck." I touch my forehead to hers, inhaling her scent as if I can get enough. I already know that I can't.
Mollie presses up on her tiptoes and seals her lips to mine. My brain scrambles as I kiss her back. I knowit's wrong for so many reasons, but I can't seem to remember a single one.
Mostly because I tilt her head and lick against the seam of her mouth. She opens for me on a gasp. She runs her hands through my hair and tugs on it experimentally. I fucking love that, and groan as I slip my tongue into her mouth and plunder it. She twines her tongue with mine, still following that same rhythm that I set. I'm painfully hard, glad that I'm not wearing a suit or jeans, just sweatpants. That shit gets uncomfortable.
Fuck, she's winding her arms around my neck.
I slow the kiss, then break it, my breath coming in pants. "Freckles."
She tries to kiss me again. Damn, she's determined. It's hot, but if I don't lay down some boundaries, someone's going to get hurt.
And the last thing I want is to accidentally crush the salty-mouthed, smooshy-centered girl that I've been crushing on for a year now. Okay, a few years.
"I want to help." I stare into her brown eyes, looking for the slightest hesitation. If I'm not careful, I'll end up doing what I want. Being an asshole like my dad, sucking Mollie dry and leaving her a husk.
She’s looking at me, so vulnerable, so easily crushed. And right this second, I can’t stand that I’m part of the reason she feels that way. It’s time to go for it with Mollie. Not just go for it, but be all in. The walls can come down.
I just need to go slow with this girl.
"You were helping." She fists my shirt and draws me back in, parting her lips to kiss me again. Damn, I fucking love that she knows what she wants.
But I resist. "I'll show you the ropes, Molls. But you have to let me set the pace." She shifts against me brushing against my cock, and I nearly groan. Pushing her back a step, I raise an eyebrow. "Are you gonna be a good girl for me?"
I can’t help but show her my dominant side. I’m trying to go so slow, but fuck. This girl gets under my skin.
Color floods her cheeks. "Yes."
"Come here." I lean down, brushing her lips with a kiss. She clenches my shirt in her fist. "You're so responsive to me. You know that?"
"Uh-huh." She gives her head a little shake. "Can I have some more?"
I slip my hand around her body, gripping her hip. It's hard not to grab her ass, pull her off her feet, and start grinding on her right now.
Shit, maybe I need to work on my patience as much as she does. Encircling her waist, I say, "Can you have some more, what?"
Mollie licks her lips and squirms. Her cheeks are already pink, her voice dropping like she's hoping I won't hear her. “Touch my…” She gestures vaguely at her collarbone.
I wait, hiding a smile.
She tries again. “My tits?”
Close enough. I redirect without commenting on it, brushing my fingertips exactly where she meant. Shesucks in a breath like I've surprised her, even though she asked for it. She was trying to say something else entirely, I think. Something more specific that she doesn't have comfortable words for yet.
“Like that?” I ask.
“Yeah.” Her exhale is shaky. “Yeah, like that.”
Gently, I brush my lips over hers again. Her mouth is fucking soft as rose petals, and so goddamn warm. She moans, melting against me just a bit. “Thorne…”
