I took a deep breath and then stepped into his arms so that my cheek was resting against his chest. The man was a good ten inches taller than me. "Then I'll be here waiting for you to come back home."
This was one step closer to solidifying our relationship even though we haven't even kissed yet. Talk about doing things ass backward.
The ringing of the doorbell broke into our moment.
"That's our food. I'll go get it."
I stepped out of his arms and plopped my ass on the couch. That wasn't how I thought that conversation was going to go. I had a lot to learn about my husband, but one thing was for sure. I planned to be by his side for all of it. Not one foot in and one foot out. I was committed.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
PARKER
Molly sat on the opposite side of the large sofa with her feet curled up on the cushion between us. After our heavy conversation about my job and more specifically my latest assignment, we had eaten our dinner in mostly silence. I figured she was trying to digest everything I had shared. As much as it killed me to do so, I hadn't pushed her to talk. I figured she would do so when she was ready.
She did a little after she finished her pasta. It wasn't the same bubbly personality I was used to from her, but she came alive the more we talked. By the time we decided on a movie, she seemed more like herself except for the fact she stayed on her half of the couch. I wanted her closer.
I remembered what she said about her feet when we first got home and pulled one leg toward me. I wanted her close, and this was one way to do that.
“What are you doing?” She twisted so that her back was against the side of the couch, and her leg rested across mine.
“You mentioned something about your feet hurting because you were forced to run in those death traps you call shoes. I feel like it’s my job as your husband to make it better.”
Molly relaxed further into the cushion as I pressed my thumb into the sole of her heel. “How am I just learning about this marriage perk?”
I chuckled. “I think we’re both still learning what it means to be married.”
My laugh died in my throat when a soft moan fell from Molly’s lips. I glanced over to see she had her eyes closed, and her head tilted back onto the armrest. The column of her throat bobbed with a swallow.
I don’t know if she could feel my gaze on her or if the pause of my hand caught her attention, but either way, her eyes snapped open and met mine. There was no way she couldn’t see the heat in my gaze. There was no controlling it. All the blood was rushing to my cock, and I was fighting the need to continue being a gentleman.
My hand moved of its own accord. Up past her fuzzy socks until my fingers were circling her knee. I quickly learned she had a ticklish spot underneath it.
“You keep doing that, and I can’t be responsible if I kick you in the nuts,” she warned with a teasing smile.
“What if I say I’m willing to take the chance.” My hand was poised and ready to strike.
A staredown ensued. I could see the smallest upturn of her lips, and I knew they matched my own.
In one swift move, I had both of her legs pinned to my side and I was using my other hand to tickle the back of her knee.
Molly bucked and squirmed below me. She shifted so much that I was half lying on top of her.
"Stop," she squealed through her laughter. "Uncle, uncle."
I didn't let up. Not at first anyway. I continued to let her squirm until I had her rotated, and she was lying on top of me.
"Now it's my turn to attack you." The smile was so big on her face that it consumed it. With both hands on my chest, she stared down at me.
"Or . . . " I lifted my hips so she could feel my hard cock pressed against her core.
Her eyes went from laughing to lustful in under five seconds.
Molly sat up, rocking her hips and creating a delicious friction between us. "Are you going to use me to get yourself off?"
She bit her lip. "Maybe. Would you be mad if I did?"
"Not at all." I gave her legs a squeeze before putting my hands behind my head. "Take what you want."
