"Everyone calls me Thorne," I whisper against her mouth. "I want you to call me Alex."
It’s what I heard her call me when I listened through the vent. And ever since, I’ve been hoping that Mollie will say it, moan it, cry it out.
Her hand finds my hair, toying with the shaggy end of a curl. "Alex. Mm." She smiles. "I like that."
I like that too, more than I should.
“Can I take you up to my bed?” I ask. “Not to have sex. Just somewhere we can get comfortable.”
She nods, a flicker of excitement in her eyes.
Sweeping her into my arms, I carry her upstairs. She kisses my ear, her tongue darting out to taste my heated skin. I nearly trip over myself with her in my arms because that's my hot spot. My eyes roll up as my cock pulses.
I might growl a little, I'm not really sure.
Kicking my bedroom door open, I close it with my foot and head straight for my bed.
Lying Mollie against my pillow, I bite my lip. The urge to strip her bare and fuck her intensifies for a moment.
Yeah, those boundaries I talked about a minute ago are going to be necessary. I need to remember that we’re going slow.
I sit down beside her, unable to keep my hands off of her. Running my hands down her ribs, over her hips, her collarbones. She shivers, her eyes gone dark. "Alex..."
She touches my face. I grab her wrist and press a kiss there; her scent rises to me, snares me.
"Rules," I rasp. "There have to be rules, Freckles."
"Oh?" Her breath hitches and she runs her free hand through my hair. "Like what?"
"No touching me below my waist." I kiss her wrist again and she squirms. "And I keep my clothes on."
Mollie's pout is instantaneous. "That's not fair. Have you seen yourself?"
I smirk against her skin. "How about I keep my pants on?"
"Do you really want that? How are you supposed to take my virginity with your pants on?"
"One thing at a time." I lean down and skim my lips over hers. "That's a rule, too. We go through everything slowly, thoroughly, and we don't move on until the last one is done."
She bites her lip to hide a smile. "Okay, Alex."
"You have all the power here. I'm putting you in charge of telling me what feels good, what doesn't. What excites you." I kiss her lips, enjoying the soft gasp she can't hold back.
Mollie grabs my shirt and hauls me to her lips. The kiss lands hot and heavy. I sink my hand into the curlsjust behind her ear, licking and kissing and nibbling, parting her lips and opening her mouth, taking her deeper. My cock jerks. I can feel precum leaking from the tip.
But he's just going to have to wait.
"So, what's the first step?" Mollie gasps into my ear as I move down to her neck, biting and sucking and kissing.
"Strip for me," I growl. "Dress off, bra and panties on."
She's quick to shed her Converse, black today, and throw her dress on the floor. My breath catches in my throat as my gaze snags on her perfect tits. She's wearing a flimsy, filmy pink bra and matching pink panties.
"So sweet," I murmur. I want to touch her all over, but I'm going slow. I get up, shucking off my T-shirt because that was what we agreed on, then circle the bed and drop into a spot beside her.
She rolls onto her side, looking like a Siren if I've ever seen one. Her skin is pale as fresh-skimmed milk, dotted here and there with freckles. My fingers brush over her shoulder, caress the lines of her collarbone, trace the column of her sternum down to the sweet swell of her breasts. I lean in, nuzzling her ear, and then kiss her neck again.
"Oh," she says, her voice a mere whisper. "Alex..."
