Which was, of course, concerning, given that he was full
court pressed straight against her.
“I haven’t been with anyone for nine years,” she whispered, fully exposing herself.
The heaviness of his manhood pressed against the secret place of her as he stilled.
“Molly?” he asked, a serious case of concern replacing the desire from earlier.
“I mean.” She licked at her lips. Not that she wanted to totally extinguish the desire. He should just…know.
He still didn’t move. Not. An. Inch.
“Other than my nightstand buddy. Don’t worry, he visits me regularly.” She went for levity.
What else was she supposed to say?
Still, the hardness of him pressed against the softness of her as a whole slew of emotions played across his face.
She squirmed. She couldn’t help it.
“Has it ever been like this?” he asked, his voice laced with something that sounded a helluva lot like fear.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “No.”
“Because it’s right,” he said, earnest. “This is us. It’s right.”
“How do you know? What if it isn’t?”
And then she couldn’t say anything else because he pushed himself up, holding his palms up in the position of surrender.
“I’m sorry.” He moved off of her. “So sorry. I misunderstood…”
He didn’t. He hadn’t. Yet, she wasn’t sure precisely what was happening. What had happened? What would happen?
But that didn’t seem to matter anymore. She grabbed at his shirt. “Gavin.”
He stilled. She didn’t move. They both heaved breaths as their lungs worked overtime while her mind played all sorts of tricks on her.
Was this real? Could it be?
What was she supposed to do?
“What am I supposed to do?” he asked, totally exposed.
Unmasked.
What were either of them supposed to do?
She stared at the man she was so sure she knew, but really hadn’t. The man ready and willing to be…hers.
She gulped.
“What am I supposed to do?” he asked again, lower, unsure.
“Come inside.” Two hands gripped his shirt as she pulled him to her. Poured herself into a kiss that she hoped would add clarity to a very fuzzy situation.
Two words. That’s all it took for him to take over. And, whoo boy, did he take over.
