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"Jacob!" She swallowed and his gaze had to follow the movement because damn it, she was beautiful all over.
He leaned down and kissed her throat. "I can't believe that I get to kiss you."
"Yes," her hands fisted in his shirt, holding him close.
"But while I'm doing this," he turned his head to gain him access to the narrow space between her neck and shoulder, "there are a few things we have to get straight between us."
He started to move away, but she pulled heavily on his shirt, and he smiled.
Moving lower, he touched his nose at the bottom of the V of her blouse and drew in a breath of her skin. "You smell so damn good."
"The hospital soap."
"It's you, Molly. It's all you." He lifted his chin and placed a kiss against her skin, feeling her wildly beating heart against his lips.
She wriggled beneath him and plucked at the shoulders of her blouse, so it came off of her shoulders and that gave him a little more access to her.
Access that he wasn't going to waste.
He touched his nose to her skin and drew a line down between her breasts.
Jacob felt her tense under him, her breath catching in her chest.
A quick peek showed him the way her nipples had pebbled under her blouse, pushing at the fabric.
Putting his weight on his knees, he sat up and looked at her. Her hair was wavy, and he'd like to wrap it around his fist.
Later.
If she liked that kind of thing.
He smiled, thinking that she just might.
"Can I take off your blouse?"
Molly's tongue swept out over her bottom lip as her hands reached down for the hem of her top. "I want to see you too."
A moment later, she dropped her blouse from her fingers, and he was left staring at her beautiful breasts. He was a lucky, lucky man.
"Jacob?"
He swallowed, but the lump in his throat kept him from taking a full breath. "Hmm?"
"I want to see you too."
Her words were so earnest that they reached right inside of him and squeezed his heart like a vise.
Jacob worked at the buttons starting at his neck, but damn it, his hands were shaking more than a little.
Even when Molly helped by tugging his belt free from its buckle, he only went halfway down his chest before he reached both hands back behind his head and pulled his shirt up and worked them off of his arms.
The buttons at his cuffs were lost somewhere. The sound of ripping fabric made him smile, but it was the feel of Molly's fingers on his cock that made every nerve in his body come alive.
Oh, god. He looked down and saw her draw his cock out from the front of his boxer briefs.
He moved his knees higher, closer to her ribs, and she shifted her hold on him, wrapping her fingers around his shaft.
"Your hand, Molly." He felt his balls draw up and a distinctive tingle in his spine told him that he was dangerously close to losing himself, like he was back in his teens. "It's so pretty holding me like that."
