“Told you you’d know.”
She ran her hands along the muscles of his back, down to his waist, over the curve of his thighs. “You’re putting the moves on me.”
“Is it working?” He shifted so his erection was a lot more central. Not totally lined up, since her dress was in the way, and he wore slacks. But if she shifted a little to the right and moved that slit along her thigh—
Oh, yes.
His eyes widened as he aligned with the core of her.
There was really no barrier now except a pair of lace panties and his slacks.
“Will there be waffles?” She opened her legs wider to make more room for him.
He groaned, deep in his throat. “Toaster tarts.”
She ground herself against him, relishing the power of control, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead.
“That’s a given,” she agreed. “But I like waffles.” She said this as she continued to grind against him.
He moaned. “Then I can make that happen.”
“And sausage? Will there be sausage?”
Yes, it was juvenile. No, she didn’t care. Not when the sinful smirk hit his lips, and she was so ready to just get on with the night. Get on with it and get out of this dress.
“All the sausage,” he murmured, tracing her collarbone with his fingertip.
Molly decided then and there that she was going to cave. “Then, yes, you putting the moves on me is totally working.”
“Good.” He kissed her quick before righting himself in the seat, moving off her.
“But I like strawberries on my waffles,” she said as she sat up and readjusted herself, too.
“I’ll enjoy the hell out of watching you eat those strawberries.”
Gavin tapped on the fabric-covered partition to the chauffeur. He gave the instructions, and Molly did her best not to start thinking again.
Because if she started thinking again, then she’d probably make the right decisions. And, for tonight, she’d really much rather make the wrong decisions.
Unfortunately for her, the drive to Gavin’s took a decent stretch of time. After a quick text to Rachel about the Dave situation, she had nothing to think about other than Gavin and what was going to happen.
Um-hum, she had time to get in her own head.
Time to think of all that she was ruining by hopping straight to toaster tarts and waffles with Gavin.
She did her best, really she did, to erase questions. Because this is what she wanted. She was on the free trial, and dammit, she wanted to see if she enjoyed the entire package before she decided whether to send him on his way with the love of his life or hog him all to herself.
She wouldn’t just watch a few shows on Hulu before deciding whether to subscribe. Therefore, it was logical and thoughtful that she gave Gavin the same consideration.
Besides, she figured, as he led her through the front door to his McMansion, if he was terrible in bed, then wasn’t she doing Cassidy a favor? She wouldn’t send him on his way to her, she’d send him back to Dakota or something. To someone she didn’t care for.
Though it didn’t appear that was going to be an issue, because Gavin could practically set her off with just a kiss.
She moved inside the house. A soft glow of ambient lighting from nightlights near the floor set an extremely nice romantic vibe. Though, suddenly she was wondering how much of a pain those were to change when the bulbs burned out. These lights didn’t plug in for easy access—no, the lights came right in the wall. It couldn’t be a simple bulb change.
She nearly asked about it when Gavin pressed his body to hers, pressed her against the plaster of the wall. There wasn’t much space in her brain to think about lightbulbs when all the blood in her body was pooling at her core.
Because he was so right there. Right there, pressed between her thighs.
