She tilts her head and smiles. Mischief and desire glitter in her eyes, and I kiss her. If she wants more sex, I willhappilyoblige.
Not in the limo, though. I want to take her in my bed, have her drip all over it until her scent mingles with mine.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t play around a little right now. I pull her onto my lap and touch her, running my callused hands along her sides, kneading the sweet curve of her ass. It’s round and soft and fills my hand just right. When I strip her out of the dress, I’m going to kiss it.
She squirms, her breathing shallower. “Nicholas…”
“Settle down. We’re only about half an hour away.”
“Stop teasing…” She trails off when I slip my thumb under the side strings of her panties. Whoever picked these out should get an A for taste. “Are you going to snap them off?” Her voice shakes with excitement.
“Beg me.”
She makes doe eyes at me. “Oh please oh please oh please.”
I rip the strings, then pull the panties off. I make sure to stuff them into my pocket—I’m not letting some asshole chauffer take them as a souvenir. “Better?”
“I might want more.” She dips her hand between my thighs.
Blood instantly pools in my crotch. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I deadpan. “I’m an innocent man who—”
“You could stroke me.”
That sounds more appealing than innocent. “Like this?” I run my fingers through her silky hair. “Or this?” I graze my knuckles along her collarbone.
“A little lower.” She pulls my arm down until my hand is at her breast, then moves languidly, making her nipple bump and catch on the small hills of my knuckles, making herself feel good. I wish we had better light so I could see the flush I know is spreading over her cheeks.
It’s time for more.
I run my hands along her legs. Brush the pads of my thumbs over her knees. My fingertips stroke her inner thighs. Her muscles begin to quiver and her breathing grows uneven. She tenses with anticipation as I move up and up until I’m less than an inch from her hot core. She’s so wet I can feel the moisture in the air around my fingers, but I hang on to my control.
“Stop teasing,” she whispers. Her heated breaths tickle my ear.
Hot goosebumps break along my spine. “I’m not touching you there until we’re in my bed.”
She pulls back a little. “Don’t tell me you’re traditional about sex.”
“I’m very traditional about it.”Just you and me, committed.
“What we did back in the hotel wasn’t exactly out of the Miss Manners handbook,” she says, then kisses me.
I fuse my mouth with hers and enjoy the closeness and intimacy I’ve always dreamed of. I used to regard kissing as a pleasant enough prelude to sex, but with Molly it’s more. Like our souls are calling to each other across a void.
The limo pulls into my driveway. I pull the dress down and help her look presentable before the chauffeur opens the door. I hand him a fistful of bills and take her into the mansion…
…where I immediately push her against the wall and reclaim her mouth. She laughs, the sound breathless, then kisses me hard. I try to slip my hand through the side slit of her dress, but she moves away.
“This isn’t your bed,” she teases, laughing.
“Oh, that’s how it is?”
She bats her eyes innocently. “You said it, not me.”
I reach for her, but she spins away with another laugh. I love this playful side of her, but absolutely donotwant to wait. I lunge forward, then pick her up like a princess. Gasping, she loops her arms around my neck, then squirms.
“Wait, wait. Put me down!” She kicks, which only makes her lose her shoes.
“Nope. Faster this way.” I start toward my bedroom as blood roars in my head.
