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She whispers. “Thank you. I’m sorry I followed you.”
Her innocent words shatter me. I glide my hand down the back of her head and to her neck, stroking my thumb around to the column of her throat. Her pulse beats fast. “Are you hurt?” I circle my thumb. She’s so soft, so cold from being out here at night.Following me… apparently thinking about me as much as I do her.
“Maybe a graze or two.” Her hand floats up my arm, and her fingers lace through my hair. She scratches my scalp and grasps at the tufts.
I nearly let out a goddamn sigh. “I’ll sort you out when we get back.”
She lifts her chin, and her lips flutter on mine with her every word. “Are you mad at me?”
I can’t see her face well, just the backlit shape of her, glowing like an angel in the light of my headlamp. I imagine her eyes, big brown, endless. The heat of her mouth and her warm moist breath tumbles inside my own.
My voice is gravel. “I could never be mad at you.”
We’re motionless for a moment, but then she tugs at my hair again. I don’t know if she’s just grounding herself or making a move, but all hell breaks loose. I kiss her hard and delight in the freshness of her cool lips. I kiss her like a man who’s been waiting years to do it, and I don’t even care if she knows. She moans into my mouth, and I lose myself in her. Wrapping my hand around her neck, rubbing my thumb along the column of her throat where the vibration of another purr ruins me, I devour her.
Her kisses are hard, as greedy as mine, and I’m desperate to break her open. In this moment, I forget myself, my rules, my need for control, and slide my tongue inside her mouth ready to own her. Ready for her to own me.
She returns every move I make just as unbridled. Just as brazen. Her heat burns away the torture of waiting, giving way to a lava flow that gushes down my torso and straight to my dick.
I grip both sides of her head now, mostly to prevent myself from putting my hands other places, places that are pressed against my chest, my thigh, places I once saw for a split second in a moment of glimpsing Heaven, naked, dripping… an angel in my house. And that’s what I think of her. She’s an angel. Otherworldly. Too good for me.
I keep kissing her, circling my tongue, swallowing everything she’ll give me but brace my hands along the sides of her head, holding on to a reality and logic that’s quickly slipping away into the wintry thin air, because the warmth of Molly’s body is everything right now. The tender weight of her breasts is the only place I want to be.
Molly’s body writhes feverishly on top of mine. When I explore her mouth and rub my thumb along her precious, smooth throat again, the motion sends her wild. Her core humps my thigh. I shouldn’t, but I lift my leg deeper between her legs, offering her the contact she craves. God, I want to make her feel good.
She works her hand down the side of my body and slides it up and under my coat. Her fingers are gentle, like a spring breeze waking me up, reminding me how fucking good it is to be alive. My skin explodes with yearning, my nerves chase after her fingers the moment they leave, hunting her down, craving another touch.
I’ve never felt this way before. Never had a hunger so painful for another person’s touch. Every part of me wants her, my cock forces itself against the zipper of my jeans. It screams to have the same treatment as my ribcage.
It’s like she heard its call. She moans into my mouth and skims her fingertips along the waistline of my pants, inching them as far as she can into the tight space. Our chests are rising and falling faster now. And all I can think about are her fingers and how badly I want to know how to make her feel like this. How I wish my touch would enrapture this goddess the way hers does mine.
I’m hot. Searing with electricity. My dick is painfully hard knowing how close we are to crossing the line I worked to draw, over and over again because Molly has a way of sending wind across the sand between us with her every smile, her every laugh…
The tiny whimpers in her throat vibrate my thumb; she’s grinding harder now on my leg. I’m ready to tear her goddamn clothes off. I’m ready to spread open her legs and lick her until she’s dripping, then sink my cock into her honeypot. I fucking want her. I’ve never wanted a woman, maybe fucking anything, so much in my entire life.
But I keep my hands on the sides of her face, as if I’m a gentleman when I’m really not, with all these thoughts of absolutely ravaging her going through my mind. We kiss hard. I take her tongue and knead her lips… I take everything she gives me.
But then, my jeans button opens, and her hand drives deeper down my pants. Her fingertips tingle over my hair and reach the top of my rock-hard sheath and…
I grab her hand to stop her. This can’t happen. I want it to. But it just can’t. I can’t give Molly what she deserves. She’s a good girl. There’s only one way this story ends, and it isn’t a fairy tale. “I need to get you home.”
She pulls her hand out shamefully fast. “I’m sorry… I…”
“No. I’m… Don’t be sorry, Sunshine. But…” Fuck, I can’t string together one goddamn sentence. I’m dizzy with her. I swallow hard. “I just need to make sure you’re okay. That you’re not bleeding. And it’s cold out here in that little jacket of yours.”
She pushes her body up and off me, and my body throbs in the wake of her absence. Some devil on my shoulder tells me I’m a fucking idiot to lose this chance with her.
“Yeah. I’m okay.” Shame clings to her words.
“Really… Molly?”
Her gaze is hollow in the lamplight.
“We’re good,” I reassure her. “Seriously. I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”
She nods, rolls to the side of me, and I hurry to my feet to give her a hand. I’ve never been one to feel awkward, but we stand in the dim light, both frozen by feelings we can’t say. I’m not exactly sure what the feeling is running through my veins but I’m unstable.
Memphis rushes into the space between us, wagging his tail and panting.
