leaving.”
“I can see that.”
“Well, I think you’re smart enough to figure out what I’m doing...”
She tugged off her socks, too, and stopped where she was. “Unless you really do want me to leave.”
“No. Don’t go.”
He opened his arms and she smiled at him.
She pulled her T-shirt up over her head and tossed it aside, hearing his breath catch.
She stopped to look at him. He’d said he liked her appearance and in his eyes she read the truth of those words. The way he watched her was the way...well, the way she’d seen men look at underwear models.
She felt the power of being a woman. At this moment she held Jason captive and she wanted to make the moment last. She wanted to make him forget whatever was troubling him.
“Like this?”
“I do. I’d like it better if you took off your bra,” he said.
“I might. But first you are going to have to show me something. Maybe that strong chest of yours.”
“You like my muscles?”
“I do. They turn me on. And when I see you flex your biceps...it takes my breath away.”
“It does?” he asked, slowly undoing the buttons of his work shirt and letting the sides fall open.
He left the shirt on with just about two inches of lean masculine chest visible. Her fingers tingled with the need to touch him and she took a step closer. She was trying to be seductive, but she didn’t want to wait any longer. The truth was, she knew what she wanted. And it wasn’t all this distance between them.
He held his hand up. “Wait. Take your hair down.”
She reached up, pulled the hair tie free and shook her head as her hair fell around her shoulders. She took another step forward.
He just watched her. His eyes were half closed, but she knew she held all of his attention. She put her hand in the center of his chest. He had a light dusting of hair there and she ran her fingers through it. She pushed on his chest and he leaned back on his elbows, causing his shirt to fall away from his body. She reached underneath it, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head over his heart. Just for a minute she wanted the comfort of his body. Then the heat that flowed between them demanded her attention. This wasn’t about comfort. This was about raw need. Just Molly and Jason and nothing else.
She pushed his shirt down his arms and he sat up to shrug out of it, then tossed it aside. Pressing him back until he was sitting on the desk, she climbed onto his lap. She tunneled her fingers through his close-cropped hair, drawing his mouth toward hers. Then she sucked his bottom lip between her teeth and kissed him slowly. Taking her time to explore him.
She shifted back, resting her butt on his thighs as she nibbled her way down his neck and chest. His nipples were flat and hard. He caught her hand, lifted it to his mouth and kissed the center of it. Shivers spread up her arm causing her own nipples to harden.
He reached behind her with his other hand and unfastened her bra. He took her hand, the one he’d just kissed, and placed it over her own breast. It felt exotic and turned her on to feel her own nipple hardening under her palm as he guided her hand.
She shifted on his lap and, reaching around his back with her other hand, feathered her fingers up and down his spine, dipping them beneath the waistband of his jeans to touch the slight indents at the top of his firm ass.
He arched his back and she felt his erection growing between them. She repositioned again so she could rub her center over the ridge of his cock as she kissed him. He kept moving their hands over her breast and she responded to that touch, rubbing herself more fully against him.
He moaned and she smiled to herself as his hips jerked forward slightly. She used her free hand to reach between them and unfasten his jeans, drawing the zipper carefully down over his erection.
He put his hands on her waist and lifted her off him, setting her on her feet next to the desk. He stood up next to her and undid her jeans, pushing them and her panties slowly down her legs. Then he moved behind her and slipped her bra straps over her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.
She glanced back at him. Let her eyes move slowly down his body. He was so strong and muscled everywhere. He was thick and proud. She tried to turn, to reach for him, but he stopped her. He tangled one of his hands in her hair and nudged her forward. She leaned on the desk, arching her back as he hovered over her. She felt his lips on the back of her neck and then he nibbled his way down her back, still holding her hair in one of his hands.
She shifted, pressing back toward him, hoping to feel his cock against her, but he kept his hips back. His free hand traveled down the side of her breast, making her nipple bead. She squirmed, desperate for more contact, but he just moved his hand farther down the side of her body.
She felt his fingers on her butt cheek, grabbing and squeezing. She was wet and needy. More ready for him than she’d ever been for any man.
She tried to turn her head, but he held her where she was. She felt him against her back as he leaned over her. He whispered dark, sexy words into her ear, telling her in detail everything he wanted to do to her. And then she felt him poised at the entrance of her body.
He grunted and she gasped in pleasure as he penetrated her in one swift move, pushing forward until he was fully seated. He was so deep. She moaned and tightened around him.
He drew his hips back and entered her again, harder this time. She met his thrust, pressing back from the desk so that their hips slammed together, bringing him even deeper.
He braced one hand next to her head on the desk and she bit his wrist as he pulled back and then starting thrusting, his powerful legs and hips and his long, hard cock driving her higher and higher, closer to her climax. His hand twisted in her hair and she cried out his name as her orgasm took her by surprise.
He picked up speed, losing control as he continued thrusting, the friction exciting her all over again. She heard her name on his lips and felt him empty himself inside her as a second orgasm washed over her. He collapsed on her back. Keeping his weight off her, he dropped soft kisses between her shoulder blades and she lay there, let her eyes close.
He didn’t say anything, just held her in his arms and that was all she needed. Or at least she was going to pretend that was enough. But she knew she wasn’t going to want to sleep alone now. Whatever happened with Jason and his future, she needed more of this...more of him.
“WANT TO TALK?” Molly asked as they were sitting in the large tub in her bathroom en suite.
“No,” he said. “But we probably should.”
“That isn’t very reassuring,” she said.
He rubbed her arm, unable to stop himself from touching her. They’d gathered their clothes from the den and had run up the stairs and into her room like naughty kids. The bathtub had seemed a logical
