“You never did anything. Not once,” I say, my voice softening. “I didn’t even know you felt that way until the speed date.”
He exhales, running a hand through his hair. “Truth? No one wants to be second choice. I didn’t want to be your backup. I wanted you to choose me.”
I open my mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. I close it again, nodding slowly. I can’t argue with that.
“You undersell yourself, you know,” he says, inching closer. “You’re so much more than you think. The charities, the people you help.” His hand covers mine, his thumb brushing across my knuckles. “You’re kind. Genuine. It’s rare in our circles.” His voice softens. “You’re extraordinary, Molly.”
“Josh,” I whisper, my throat tight.
His fingers slip under my chin, tilting my face up to his. His eyes search mine, his focus so intense it steals my breath.
“So, what now?” he murmurs.
I meet his gaze, my heart pounding as I finally see everything I’ve ever needed in his eyes.
“You love me.”
“Oh yeah,” he says, his voice steady and sure.
I bite my lip, my decision already made.
“Josh?”
“Yes,Pahe?”
“Make love to me.”
FOURTEEN
JOSH
“Make love to me.”
Molly’s whisper sends a hot bolt of desire straight to my cock.
I want to be the bigger man. I want to double-check, ask her if she’s sure, if this is what she really wants. I want to give her that chance to pull back, to think it through.
But fuck being the bigger man. Right now, all I want is to be the biggest, and best, cock she’s ever had.
“Clothes off.” The words come out as a growl, low and rough, barely making it past my gritted teeth. I’m not an animal. If she says no, I’ll stop. If she hesitates, I’ll pull back. But she’s not hesitating. She’s looking at me like she wants to devour me. She said she wanted this. She said she wantedme.
“But the?—”
“No.” I cut her off, my voice sharp, my restraint hanging by a thread. I can’t wait the thirty seconds it would take to get to a bed. I need her now. “Get those clothes off.”
For a split second, I worry that I’ve pushed too far, that I’ve scared her. But then her eyes darken, her pupils dilating with desire. Her nipples peak, pressing against the fabric of herdress, and I swear I can still taste her on my tongue. It makes me hungry for more.
She pulls the dress over her head in one smooth motion, leaving her in nothing but her bikini top and bottoms. One of the things I love most about Molly is the way she owns her body—soft, curvy, and utterly irresistible.
“The top,” I manage, my voice strained.
Her hands move to the tie at the back of her neck, her lips curving into a sly grin. “You sure?”
I make a sound deep in my throat, fists clenching at my sides as I fight to stay in place. “Do it.”
She tugs at the string, undoing the knot at her neck before reaching behind her to untie the back. The cups fall free, and she tosses the top aside, her full, gorgeous breasts bouncing into view.
“Well?” she teases, hands on her hips, but I catch the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes—quick, but not quick enough to miss.
