Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Brayden
“Let’s get out of here,” Molly whispers against my mouth. She’s so damn sweet. I can hardly think straight.
I trace the line of her jaw with my thumb, and she shudders. “Where do you want to go?”
“To your room,” she says. I stroke my thumb higher, and her breath hitches. “Is it close?”
“A few blocks.” God, I’ve never done anything like this. I’m not the kind of guy who puts his hand up a woman’s skirt in public, but her skin is so soft and I love the sounds she makes with each brush of my thumb. I’m dying to feel the heat between her legs and taste her moans against my mouth. I’ve never been so undone. I don’t give a shit where we are. “Are you sure?”
She laughs. “So sure.”
“You’re not drunk?” I asked before, but it matters.
She sucks my earlobe between her teeth, and blood rushes to my cock. “I know what I’m doing.”
I throw money on the table, and we scramble out of the booth and out of the restaurant. The streets are wet, and rain pounds down on the sidewalk, so we stop short under the awning.
“I’ll get us a cab,” I say, holding her by my side.
“I won’t melt.”
“Fair warning?” My voice is husky with desire. “If you come back to my room, I plan to make you melt completely.” Part of my brain warns that this is too fast, that I’ll scare her off if I don’t slow down, but for the first time in my life, I ignore that voice of reason and focus on the woman in front of me.
“That sounds like a promise.”
I drag my gaze over her, lingering on her legs and the hem of her dress, remembering the heat of that skin, thinking about how close my fingers were to the apex of her thighs. “Oh, it’s absolutely a promise, Molly.”
She takes my hand and threads her fingers through mine, all smiles and giggles as we race down the street to my hotel.
The whole way to my room, I can’t stop touching her. A hand on her elbow as we cross the street, an arm around her waist as we push into the hotel, a quick kiss on the back of her hand as we wait for the elevator, and then a slower, open-mouthed kiss on her neck as we ride to my suite.
After using my key card to get us into my room, I open the door for her and follow her in. The door has barely clicked closed behind me when she peels off her soaked sweater and unzips her dress, letting it fall from her shoulders and to the floor at her feet.
When she steps forward, she’s in nothing but a black satin bra, matching lace panties, and pink heels I imagine hooked over my shoulders. “Christ, you’re beautiful.” My heart’s racing so fast and my blood roars in my ears. “Every time you’ve come back to Jackson Harbor the last few years, I’ve wanted to tell you that.”
“Why didn’t you?”
I grin and step forward, closing the distance between us and settling a hand on her hip. “You barely gave me a chance. You’re rarely in town, and when you are, you only stick around a day or two.”
Something flashes in her eyes that I don’t understand—a secret—but she blinks and it’s gone. “And to think I’ve spent the last eight years believing you just didn’t like me.”
“Why on earth would you think such a thing?”
“I crawled into your bed that night. You wouldn’t even let me touch you.”
I took her back to my place because she’d begged me not to take her home. I assumed she was afraid she’d be in trouble for drinking, so I agreed to let her stay with me and set her up with a blanket and a pillow on my couch. She was still drunk when she woke me up an hour later, her hands on my chest, her mouth on my neck. “My reaction had nothing to do with what I wanted.”
“Hmm.” Her fingers go to the buttons on my shirt, undoing them one by one. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re too noble for your own good?”
I wrap a hand around each wrist and still her hands. “I don’t regret it. You were beautiful, and I was . . . tempted.” I don’t even want to admit how tempted I was. She was so sexy but too damn young. Legal, sure, but it wasn’t about the law. It was about being able to look at myself in the mirror the next morning. But I never forgot that night, or the way she melted into me when I wrapped my arms around her and whispered, “Just sleep, Molly.”
Her gaze flicks up to meet mine then drops down to my throat. Can she see the thrum of my pulse there? “Tempted enough that you’ve thought about it?” I’m still holding her wrists as she rises onto her toes and flicks her tongue at the pulse point in my neck. “Because I have. I went home that day and touched myself in the bath while I imagined your hands on me.”