He pulls me up and kisses me. “That was amazing.Youare amazing.”
I smile. “So are you.”
“Just to be clear, we’re dating-dating.”
I blink at him over the silly fluttering of my heart. He’s just saying things, swept up in the moment. Men say all kinds of happy crap after sex.
He continues, “I figured I should clarify that before you get any weird ideas.”
“Why would I get weird ideas?”
“Because you keep expecting me to act like your shitty ex.”
I shake my head. “I don’t think you’re anything like him.”
“Really? You thought that I should let other men bid on you and win. And that I should bid on other women. That’s exactly what Owen would’ve done.”
I go still and process what he just said. I never thought my expectations had anything to do with Owen—or any other guy—in my past, but maybe they are colored by my experience. I would totally expect Owen to do exactly that. He wouldn’t want to waste money on me when he could have dinner with me for free anytime.
“You’re right,” I say. “That wasn’t fair.”
“I want you, Molly. Just you. Only you. And I want you to want me in the same way. Exclusive. Unshared. The two of us together against the world.” He runs his fingers through my hair gently, but his tone is anything but.
I struggle to understand what he’s telling me, as my whole body is still buzzing from the orgasms. I can’t believe that Nicholas Lasker, my longtime crush of eight years and model gentleman, has such raw proprietorial feelings about me.
It’s clear that, to him, there’s nothing I’m not worthy of. And the knowledge is so potent and delicious, I can’t do anything but shiver with happiness and nod. Especially when I can feel he’s hard again.
For whatever reason, he’s really into my body, and I’mtotallyinto his. I’m already dripping.
Maybe his lust is in charge, and I should be more cautious. But I don’t care. I’ve never felt this desired. And for once, I’m fine with living dangerously.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Nicholas
Since I’ve fulfilled my duties at the charity event, I send instructions to Cody to handle the payment for the auction and head out with Molly.
It’s a good thing we got a limo, because the taste of her is still in my mouth, leaving me high and intoxicated. My dick’s impossibly hard and tingling. I can’t get the sensation of her tongue against it out of my mind. Her mouth was shockingly hot. When she tightened her lips around me, I almost lost it and just drove into her mouth.
Except that would’ve hurt her.
I’m larger than average. And Molly is much smaller and softer. I wouldn’t want to do anything that could cause her pain. I don’t give a damn how shitty her exes were, or, given Owen’s attempt to denigrate her bedroom performance, how acclimated she is to subpar sex. She’s going to experience nothing but pleasure when she’s with me.
The limo ride should take about an hour. She’s properly covered, her dress smoothed out and zipped. The fabric lies properly over her lush body. But in my head, all I see is her lying on the table, breasts out and nipples hard. The goosebumps over her flesh, and the slickness dripping between her sweet, plump thighs.
Her pussy gripped my fingers hard when she came. I wish we’d had a condom so it’d have been my dick she spasmed around. But sex wasn’t something I’d planned on. I just lost it when she acted like I should’ve let her go out with some other asshole.
Like Jack Peterson.
He might be a sought-after personal trainer, but he’s not my favorite person. He slept with my mom before she married Paul. That wouldn’t generally be a problem if he hadn’t been dating somebody else at the time. I’m a firm believer that “once a cheater, always a cheater.”
Then there’s Arturo Morales. I trust that guy as much as I’d trust a starving cat with a piece of tuna. If even half the stories I heard about him are true, he’s almost as bad as Dad. And he’s only twenty-seven.
Molly reaches over and holds my hand. I squeeze, feel her rest her head against my shoulder. A small gesture, but intimate and satisfying. I want her to lean on me and let me be her shield against the world.
She places her free hand oh-so casually on my thigh. The touch burns through my pants. Then she moves it up and down along my quad, gradually working it closer to my dick.
Vixen.
