“You’re staring,” she says, but she doesn’t sound self-conscious, more amused than anything.
“Can you blame me?” I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, then lower, following the line of her bra.
She shivers, her hands tightening in my hair. “Luke—”
“Tell me what you want,” I murmur against her skin.
“Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere.Please, Luke.”
I reach behind her, unhooking her bra and sliding it off her shoulders. She’s perfect. Soft curves and pale skin that flushes pink under my gaze. I cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her pert nipples. She makes a sound that goes straight to my cock. I lean in, taking one peak into my mouth. She arches into me.
“God, Luke.”
I give her other breast the same attention, my hands sliding down to the button of her jeans. “These need to go.”
She sucks in a breath. “You first.”
Fair enough.
I stand, pulling my work shirt over my head and tossing it aside. Her eyes widen slightly, tracking over my chest, abdomen, the massive tattoo on my ribcage.
“Your turn,” I say, and she stands, shimmying out of her jeans until she’s standing in just a pair of white cotton panties that shouldn’t be sexy, but on her…they have my cock turning into a steel rod.
I make quick work of my jeans and boots, kicking them aside, until we’re both standing there in our underwear, breathing hard and staring at each other.
“Come here,” she whispers.
I haul her against me, skin to skin, and the contact is electric. She’s soft everywhere I’m hard, warm everywhere I’m cold, and when she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me, I feel like I’m drowning in the best possible fucking way.
We tumble onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs and heated kisses. I roll us so she’s beneath me, my weight braced on my forearms and she parts her legs to let me settle between them.
The friction is almost too much—just thin cotton separating us—and I have to pause, breathing hard against her neck.
“Okay?” she asks, her hands running up and down my back.
“Too okay.” I press a kiss to her throat. “I’m trying not to rush this.”
“What if I want you to rush?” Her hips roll up against mine and I groan.
“Molly,” I growl in warning.
“I’m serious.” She tugs my hair until I’m looking at her. “We can go slow later. Right now, I need you. I need to feel…something good.”
I understand that. God, do I understand that.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say, sliding my hand down her stomach, over the cotton of her panties. She’s warm, and when I press gently, she gasps. “Tell me what you like.”
“That,” she breathes. “I like that.”
I stroke her through the fabric, feeling the dampness there, and satisfaction curls through me. She’s rocking against my hand, small desperate sounds escaping her throat, and I’m so hard it’s painful.
I kiss my way down her body, between her breasts, over her soft stomach, pressing my mouth to the fabric between her thighs. She makes a choked sound, and I hook my fingers in the waistband.
“Lift up for me.”
She does, and I slide her panties down her legs, tossing them somewhere behind me. Then I settle between her thighs, spreading her open with my hands and take in the sight of her pretty, glistening pussy.
“Luke,” she whimpers.
