AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The kiss was like fire, a spontaneous combustion. He wanted it never to end, but by some miracle he found the strength to tear his mouth from hers. His chest was heaving; hers was, too. Her hands clutched his shirt and she stared up at him.
“Tell me to leave, Molly. Order me out of here, otherwise I won’t be able to keep from touching you. I need you too much.”
He watched her carefully, knowing the impossibility of what he was asking, praying she wanted him as urgently as he wanted her.
Gradually a smile formed, starting at the corners of her mouth and working its way to her eyes.
“Are you going to make love to me?” she asked.
He closed his eyes and groaned. “Yes. Yes.”
“What about Lesley?”
He was tugging the shirt over her head, fingers shaking in his need to hurry. “I broke it off six weeks ago.”
“You did?”
“Yes.” He tossed the shirt aside. Next his hands were at the zipper of her jeans. She laughed softly and kissed him, using her tongue in ways that caused his knees to buckle.
“What took you so long to come back to me?” she whispered, as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
CHAPTER NINE
Jordan woke some time later, with Molly asleep in his arms. He moved onto his side so he could study her, but he kept her within the circle of his arms, unwilling to be separated from her.
Never again would he try to convince himself that he could live without her. He knew it was a hopeless endeavor, one at which he was destined to fail.
He brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek and noted the track her tears had taken.
Unable to stop himself, he leaned forward and ever so lightly kissed her temple. She stirred, smiling, before she reluctantly opened her eyes.
The smile was what did it, that sexy, womanly smile of hers. He kissed her.
“Mmm, that feels good,” she whispered, slipping her arms around his neck.
He gathered her close, cradling her in his arms. “You were crying,” he said close to her ear, not understanding her tears. Then again, he did. He experienced a deepgratitude for this second chance and he could tell that she felt the same thing.
“I …never thought we’d make love again,” she said, brushing the hair away from his face. Her hands trembled.
Like Molly, Jordan was caught in the force of an emotional upheaval. His arms circled her waist and they clung to each other.
He could account for every minute they’d spent apart in the past few years. He didn’t know what it meant to waste an afternoon, or even an hour. He’d driven himself and his employees hard, ignoring the emotional and physical cost. Anything that would allow him to escape the crippling sense of loss that overwhelmed him.…
He needed this marriage. Needed Molly and the healing touch of her love. Her touch, her kiss, her generosity, had given him a fresh breath of life. A taste of what their marriage had once been.
Jordan wanted it back. All of it.
He could think of no way to tell her this, so he kissed her. She made a soft, womanly sound that was half whimper, half moan as he reached for her.…
* * *
When Jordan woke again, the room was pitch-dark. He felt utterly content, satisfied. After three long, love-starved years, they had a lot to make up for.
Jordan eased himself out of Molly’s arms, intent on finding himself something to eat. Some cheese, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, anything.
“Jordan?” Molly’s whisper followed him to the bedroom doorway.
His heart nearly broke at the dread he heard in hervoice, as if she was afraid he was leaving her, sneaking away while she slept. Nothing could be further from his mind.
