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The sight of her beneath me rushes over me like a hurricane. The past few years, I’ve lived my life parched. Ignored the fact that I was barely getting by without quenching this visceral need.
“Are you comfortable?” I whisper against her jaw. My free hand brushes over her neck and down her arm.
“Mhm,” Molly moans through a sweet smile.
I want to drown in the sound.
“You look so pretty, darling.” I begin the slow journey of kisses down her throat, allowing myself to suffocate in the scent of those damn red ruby apples. My adrenaline spikes. “Constantly, so fucking pretty.”
“Matthew.” She gulps, breathless.
Is she trying to kill me?
“I’m so lucky.”
“Lucky?” Her chest rises and falls beneath me. My nose brushes against hers.
Molly’s eyes shine like beacons, guiding me toward her and the promise of something I haven’t searched for in a long time.
“To be here with you.”
I never want to forget today. Our lips meet again, softly at first, mouths finding each other with a lazy slowness.
Kissing her feels like coming home after a long day, opening the door, and taking in the familiar. It’s a safe resignation, a peace that fills every inch of my body. My mind spins with pleasure.
“You’re a really good kisser.” I smile against her lips. Molly grinds her hips over my thigh. Her tongue lazily brushes over my mouth.I haven’t been this hard in years. Possibly ever.
“Am I?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I groan.
Maybe I’m not as numb to this devouring desire as I thought.
My palm glides down the curve of her waist, and I hike her closer. Heat dances between us. Her hands rake through my hair. She presses my mouth near hers.
When was the last time I just kissed someone because it felt natural—innate?
Maybe this is what Molly meant when she said she wanted to feel like flying.
She glides her tongue over mine. The sweet taste of her mixes with the citrus in my mouth. Her lips feel pliant under mine, and I savor them, take my time with every taste she gives me.
“Fuck,” I breathe. This kiss is nothing like the frenzy in the library or the pounding adrenaline in the pottery studio.
No bumped teeth, no tentative touches.
It’s easy.No—it’s right.
I’m greedy for more. More Molly. My fingers itch to stain every inch of her.
Go slow, man.Take your time. Savor this.
A woman like Molly deserves every second. Every moment that someone didn’t give her is mine for safekeeping.
The only thing I can taste, see, or feel is Molly.
A sharp gust of wind strikes at our skin, sending a tremble through her body.
I reluctantly pull away to see her rosy cheeks, swollen lips, and the open neck of her sundress beneath a blue haze. The buttons of my shirt have been undone. Her hair is frizzy from my fingers trailing through the strands. I let my touch linger there. The sight of the silky curls between my calloused fingers sends another spike of need through me.
