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I imagine somebody busting in here and trying to take her from me – trying to steal this wonderful thing we’re building together – and my blood burns like lava in my veins, pumping in a war song.
I’d throw them out the damn windows if they weren’t shatterproof.
Even then, I’d find a way to make them pay for daring to challenge mine and Molly’s closeness.
“Really?”
I chuckle. “Are you fishing for compliments?”
She flutters her eyelashes at me, grabbing my shirt and pulling herself to her feet. “Maybe.”
“Look who’s Miss Confident all of a sudden.”
I grin, wolfishly, as she pushes up and finds my lips.
I smooth my hands up her back as we sink into the kiss, sliding my hands into her hair and freeing her bun. She giggles through the kiss, our teeth clicking together as her hair spills around her shoulders.
“Go on, then,” I say, leaning back.
“What?”
I study her with her hair all wavy around her shoulders, framing her face, making her look wild and somehow even more tempting. Her full cheeks blaze red, but somehow I know it’s not the red of nervousness, or at least not mostly that. It’s the red of excitement, of celebration, the red of knowing she wasn’t wrong to think we were made for each other.
“You said you had a nervous habit,” I say. “Show me.”
“It’s silly,” she murmurs, reaching up and pulling strands of hair across her face. “Yeah, that’s it. I guess it helped me get through high school.”
I reach up and smooth her hair from her forehead.
“I’d rather look at you. All of you.”
I trail my hand down to her shirt, toying with the top button.
“Murphy,” she moans. “I want to. But I don’t think I’m ready. Not yet.”
I close my hand into a fist, leaving her button alone.
The beast inside of me roars to take her anyway, to grab her shoulders and spin her around and bend her over the desk, tear off her pants with my teeth and rip her panties away, and then take her, over and over and over, until she’s squirting down my dick and she can’t even remember a time she wasn’t ready.
But she’s a virgin, my virgin, and her first time should mean something.
“Then we’ll wait until you’re ready,” I snarl, repressing a million urges to do the exact opposite, to grab her and push her into the positions I need her to be in. “Even if it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
She bites her lip, nodding, as though part of her is so bursting with lust she can’t stand the idea of waiting… and yet there’s uncertainty in her gaze too, the constant war that shivers across her expression between shyness and confidence.
I lean down for another kiss, but then my cellphone erupts from my pocket.
I sigh and take it out, ready to snap at whoever it is for interrupting the moment.
“Who is it?” Molly asks.
“Henry,” I say. “Your father.”
Your father, as if she doesn’t know who that is…
I answer the phone and hold it to my ear. “Henry.”
“Hey, Murph,” he says. “I’m downstairs, in the lobby. Wondered if I could come up and say hello?”
I swallow, glancing down at his daughter. There’s nothing strange about my best friend swinging by the office for a friendly catchup, but even so, it sends twisting anxiety rioting through me, making it hard to focus on the phone and my woman at the same time.
I push the feeling down.
Anxious is something I’m not used to feeling, but it’s there, knifing through me.
“Of course,” I say. “Molly is here too.”
“Great,” Murphy replies. “More the merrier.”
Molly’s eyes flood with panic, flitting here and there as though she’s looking for an escape.
But we both know there’s no escape, not from what we just did and not from what we’re going to do when we give in to this pulsing desire.
It’s me and her, forever.
Nothing can change that now.
Not even her father.
“I’ll let the front desk know you’re coming,” I tell him. “They’ll send you up.”
“Great.”
I hang up and gaze at my woman, my queen, the answer to all the questions I never even knew I was asking before she came along.
“Molly,” I say. “He’s coming up here. We have to tell him.”
She flinches. “What?”
“We have to tell him what’s happening between us,” I say, my voice firm. “We’re going to be together forever. We can’t keep it from him.”
Chapter Thirteen
Molly
I feel as if the world is spinning at hyper-speed, sending me whirring around crazily, like I could slip out of reality… no, like I could slip out of the crazy dream my life has become and return to normal life.
Everything Murphy said – I belong to him, I’m going to give him a family – blazes inside of me, a tight ball of destiny and fate or whatever heck it is. It’s true. I know that much. I feel it, deep in my bones, a declaration I can’t ignore, screaming at me to agree with him.
