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He stopped thinking, drowning in the taste of her. It had been so long. Too long. But anyone who’d come before had faded into a distant, fuzzy memory. He ripped his mouth away, panting. “I want you.”
She was panting, too. “Then hurry.”
He wished there was more light so that he could see her better. Next time, he thought. Kneeling between her legs, he pulled her T-shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor, next to the bed. He reached for her sleep shorts, but she distracted him, lifting up enough to run her hands over his pecs.
“I like your chest,” she murmured, leaning in to kiss his collarbone. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” The word came out strangled, but clear enough that she kept going, kissing across his chest until she got to his left nipple, giving it little licks that sent a jolt of sensation right to his cock. “Good.”
It felt so good. Better than good.
He felt her lips curve against his skin, her chuckle a puff of warm breath that made him shiver. “Mmm. We’re down to one-word utterances. I think you like this.”
She made her way to the other side of his chest, sometimes kissing and sometimes sucking so hard that he was sure he’d have marks. Finally, she got to the other nipple, this time interspersing the little licks with light bites that sent jolts of pleasure down his body.
“Fuck.” The word came out on a shudder and his body was in motion, driven by instinct and the desire to see her completely bare. He grabbed the waist of her shorts. “Lift.”
She did and he yanked the shorts down her legs, taking her panties with them.
“Molly.” He stared down at her, taking in her luscious curves, the flare of her hips, the neat patch of blond hair between her legs. He swallowed hard, unable to find the words. “Molly,” was all he could say.
She didn’t give him any more time to look, though. “Off,” she muttered, pulling his boxer briefs to his knees, making his cock bounce against his stomach. She drew in a breath. “Oh yeah.” She leaned in and licked him, base to crown, and he couldn’t control his shout.
“Fuck.”
She glanced up, meeting his eyes in the darkness. “Is that what you want?”
He swallowed again, his mouth watering with how much he wanted. “I have a condom.”
He was afraid she’d wonder why. Afraid she’d think him forward. Presumptuous.
But she didn’t, flopping back to the pillow in a move that sent her breasts bouncing hypnotically. “Then get it.”
Blindly he reached for his wallet on the nightstand and fumbled for the foil packet he’d stored there more than a year ago. His hands no longer trembled, thank God. With sure, deliberate movements, he tore the packet, retrieved the condom, and slid it down his length.
All while she watched him hungrily.
He settled himself between her legs, his heart pounding so hard it was a wonder it didn’t leap from his chest. Be a good man. Make sure this is what she wants. “Are you sure? We don’t have to—”
She hooked her legs around his hips. “I’m sure.” A moment later he was blinking up at her, having been rolled to his back. “Are you?”
He grinned so wide that he thought his face would break. “Yes. Are you gonna ride me, Molly?”
She braced her hands on his chest. “That’s my plan.”
They both groaned as she took him inside her body. She was warm and tight and...
“Ohmygod,” he muttered, his words running together, and she laughed, her happiness filling the space between them. Filling his heart.
He could fall for this woman.
Maybe he was already starting to.
Then she was moving, sex and grace and... joy. Watching Molly Sutton taking her pleasure, uninhibited, was something he didn’t ever want to end. But all too soon his body got caught up in the moment, in the pleasure. He gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her every downward bounce.
So good.But he wanted more. More contact. More skin. More of her.
Crunching his abs, he sat up halfway, sucking her nipple into his mouth, feeling her fingers digging into his shoulders. Hearing her gasps and pleas for more, more, harder.
