The tension I’d been holding onto disappeared as I laughed loudly. “You are trouble with a capital T, Molly Marks.”
Ralphie’s head tilted slightly as he looked at me in the rearview mirror. “Er, Clevs, where are we going?”
Molly reeled off her address before I had a chance to answer him. “My place is closer.”
The streets were filled with New Year’s Eve revelers, and the journey to her place took much longer than it normally would have, due to the blocking of several roads leading into Times Square ready for the ball to drop. We sat in silence, her hand curled around mine, her thumb running back and forth along my thumb as she stared out of the window, her silhouette illuminating in bursts of light with each block we drove, until we reached her place.
I opened the door and led her inside the building, nodding to the concierge as we headed to the elevator and stepped in. I pressed for her floor, as I’d done hundreds of times before, and together we watched the numbers rise until it stopped and the doors opened, and we walked down the hallway hand in hand.
I remembered the blazing arguments she’d had with Cooper when she’d bought this place. He’d wanted her to have somewhere bigger and higher up with security staff, but she’d wanted to pay for it and couldn’t afford much more than a shoebox on her salary. They’d compromised on this; the most help she’d allowed was him doubling her deposit. And since her roommate, Bree, had moved out a year ago, she’d been on her own.
Taking her key, I unlocked the door and held it open for her, following her in. I’d been here so many times before, I knew the exact movements she made every time she got home – keys on the side table in the hall, shoes off, walk through to the kitchen – and I watched her do it all again, but this time was different. This time felt like the first time. This time the air was heavy and buzzing with unspent electricity.
“Lex, you want a drink?”
I squeezed my fists tight to stop them from shaking, but it didn’t help because it wasn’t just my fists, it was my entire body, coursing with nervous energy and expectation. I was one hundred percent stone cold sober, and as shameful as it was to admit, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex this sober. But this wasn’t going to be just sex. This was Molly. And I don’t know how she managed it, but she made me feel like a virginal teen all over again.
I needed to listen to Drew and get a fucking grip.
“Lex?” She walked back to find me still standing in the doorway. “What are you doing?”
What was I doing? I honestly had zero fucking clue.
I crooked my finger. “Mol, come here.”
She’d taken her shoes off, returning to her normal height, so small standing in front of me with her wild mane of tight curls bouncing around. She tilted her head as I bent down, my nose brushing along her jaw line, up to the pulse point underneath her ear and I breathed her in, calming my racing heart. She smelled like oak smoked whiskey and soap and goodness, every single note shooting straight to my dick.
I didn’t know where to touch her first, my fingertips itching to be everywhere at once, but as though they had a mind of their own, my hands found her ass. Dipping below the delicate fabric of her dress, they ran over the perfectly formed globes of juicy flesh, squeezing them and giving me a sudden urge to bite them. I groaned into her neck as my thumb brushed the lace of her thong, another fucking thong, and the sensation caused her to let out a groan of her own.
After the millionth time of relishing how lucky I was to be able to touch her, I’d stopped counting, but it didn’t stop me thinking it.
“Fuck me, you are incredible.”
“No, Lex, fuck me.” She pulled her head back so she could look up at me, her amber eyes hooded and glistening with arousal, the words practically dripping off her lips. “Fuck. Me.”
Her pupils dilated further, just like they had a week ago when I touched her for the first time. When I tasted her for the first time. And tonight I was going to feast on her, on every delectable inch of her body. I wanted her on my tongue, bursting in my mouth like the sweetest berries. And I wasn’t going to be fucking rushed.
“Oh, I will.” I smirked down at her, her breath hitching as my fingers started to trail a path along her collarbone and down the sides of her body. “By the time I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. But let’s get one thing straight, I’m in charge here, not you, and I am going to take as long as I want. There’s going to be a lot of firsts tonight, Mol, and I’m going to savor every single second of them, of discovering your body. Of us discovering each other. Got it?”
She visibly swallowed, but nodded.
“Good.” I scooped her into my arms, making her squeal, and carried her down the hallway until we reached her bedroom. I put her down on the floor and stood back, looking at her, soaking her in. “Take off your dress.”
Her eyes never left mine and without hesitation she found the hem, pulling her dress up and over her head, the golden fabric floating down to the floor like a feather caught on a breeze as she dropped it to the side. And I was my turn to take a deep breath.
I’d seen Molly in a bikini more times than I could count, not wearing much more than what she had on now. I could probably have described every curve and freckle and mark without a second thought. But right now, everything was new. She was like nothing I’d ever seen before, she was undiscovered land. This ishow Christopher Columbus must have felt when he discovered America.
Starting at her toes, painted in dark polish, my eyes roamed upwards along legs, toned from years of standing in long surgeries, legs that would soon be wrapped around me. Soft hips I wanted to dig my fingers into as I pounded her on my cock. And her tits, that I knew instinctively would fit perfectly into my hands, made my mouth water, her nipples hardening with every second I stared at them.
My dick was straining so tight against my pants it was beginning to hurt.
She watched as I undid the buttons of my shirt, pulling the bottom loose from my pants and throwing it onto her dress. Her eyes flared as she took in my chest, trailing down my abs and back up again. While you could never say my body was soft, the seven weeks of hard training I’d missed due to my accident had definitely made an impact, and the definition of my muscles wasn’t as pronounced as it usually was, or how I liked it to be. But all I could see from her was need, and the visible damp patch in her panties spread as she soaked them further, spurring me on.
Her eyes stayed locked to mine as I unzipped my fly, but I didn’t miss her bottom lip quivering as she sucked it in ever so slightly. My dick sprung free from my pants, so hard it bounced back on my stomach as I pushed them down, taking my boxers with them and I kicked them into the growing pile of our discarded clothes.
I’d never undressed in front of someone like this before. Undressing had never been a thing, and it felt like I was stripping layers of skin along with each piece of clothing, until my soul was bared for her. My entire body was throbbing and pulsing with desire and I took hold of my dick, running my hand along the length, lubing it up with the pre-cum dripping out.
Her jaw slackened as she watched, and even from two meters apart, our breathing synched, our chests rising and falling together, like we were one, the intensity of the moment almost overpowering. She took a step forward, reaching out to touch the scar on my hip, the one she’d made, running her fingertip over it. Silently her fingers traced along to each one on my thigh, so much more faded than they had been, a visceral indicator of how far we’d come since that day.
