Her tongue meets mine and I groan. One hand slides into her hair while the other wraps around her waist, gripping firmly and forming her body to mine. She fits perfectly, like she was made to be right here in my arms.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing hard. Her lips are swollen, cheeks flushed, and she’s looking at me like I’m the same hero she claimed me to be this morning in the elevator.
“I’ve wanted to do that since you handed me that invitation,” I admit.
She laughs, breathless. “Really? Because you had a funny way of showing it.”
“I know. I was an idiot.”
“Yeah.” She tugs me closer, her gaze on my lips. “But you’re my idiot now.”
Something in my chest cracks open at those words and before I can overthink it, I’m kissing her again. Deeper this time, demanding. Her back hits the wall beside her door and she gasps into my mouth.
“Is this okay?” I murmur against her lips, one hand sliding down to cup her lush little ass.
“More than okay.” Her fingers find the hem of my work shirt. “But Luke?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t want to do this against the wall of my entryway.” Her eyes are dark with need, and it sends heat straight through me. “Bedroom?”
I pull back just enough to look at her—really look at her. To make sure this is what she wants. That I’m not pushing too fast after everything that’s happened in the last few days.
She must see the question in my eyes because she smiles, taking my hand. “I’m sure.”
She leads me through her apartment—a similar layout to mine—past a small living room decorated in soft colors and past a kitchen that smells faintly of vanilla. Her bedroom is at the end of the hall, and when she opens the door, I catch a glimpse of string lights draped above the bed, a mountain of pillows, and framed photos on the dresser.
It’s warm. Lived-in. Nothing like my sparse, cold-hearted apartment.
It’s soherthat it makes my throat tight.
She turns to face me, her back to the bed. She bites her lower lip. “I should probably tell you, I haven’t, um… It’s been a while for me, too. Nathan and I, we hadn’t in…”
“We don’t have to do anything tonight, darlin’.”
“I want to.” She steps closer, her hands sliding up my chest. “I really,reallywant to. I’m just saying I might be a little…out of practice.”
I catch her hands, bringing one to my lips. “Molly, we can take this as slow as you need. Or we can stop. Just tell me what you want.”
“You.” The word comes out sure and steady. “I wantyou.”
That’s all the permission I need.
I kiss her, walking her backward until her knees hit the bed. She sits, looking up at me with those captivating blue eyes, and I have to take a moment. Because the sight of her—hair mussed from my hands, lips swollen from my kisses, looking at me like I’m everything she’s been waiting for—it’s almost too much.
“You’re beautiful.”
Her cheeks flush and she threads her fingers through my hair, tugging slightly as I lean down over her. I groan. “You’re pretty beautiful yourself,” she breathes. “Especially when you smile.”
My brow furrows. “I don’t smile.”
“You do now.” She kisses me softly. “For me.”
I think back, and I admit, she’s right. I do.
Only for her.
I slide my hands up her sides, feeling the soft fabric of her cheesy sweater. She raises her arms, and I pull the sweater over her head. Beneath it, she’s wearing a simple white bra, and a growl works its way through my chest.Fucking perfect.
