When You Dare - Lori Foster [103]
As the marks healed, they turned muddied shades of yellow and green. But they were healing. Molly would be okay.
He didn’t find the injuries ugly, as she did. If anything, they only served to remind him that when he’d carried her out of that place, he’d taken responsibility for her. She relied on him now.
She was his.
With one hand he touched the sleek silky skin of her upper thigh, while with the other he opened his jeans and eased the zipper down over his hard-on. He had to step back to get his shoes and socks off, and then he stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside.
Knees together in a modest—and enticing—pose, Molly rose up to her elbows to watch him.
He shucked off the jeans and straightened in front of her. If she enjoyed looking at him half as much as he liked seeing her, he had no problem with that.
But the longer she looked, the more he wanted her. And she was taking her time, studying every inch of him.
“You’ve seen men before, Molly.”
Slowly shaking her head to deny that, she whispered, “I’ve never seen a man like you.”
What the hell did that mean? Given the way she held her bottom lip in her teeth, and how her gaze went all soft and heated, it wasn’t a complaint. “I don’t want to rush you, honey, but how long should I stand here?”
“It just occurred to me,” she said, her gaze still on his cock. “I don’t have anything. I mean, for protection.”
That was her holdup? He didn’t think so. “I’ll take care of it.”
Did she think, even for a second, that he wouldn’t do the responsible thing? Or was she hesitating out of nervousness?
He retrieved a lone condom from his wallet; for now, it would do. But after that, he’d get the box from his duffel bag. To be sure, he asked her, “Anything else?”
Her gaze lifted to his, and she licked her lips. “Just…hurry up.”
Smiling, Dare said, “Right.” He should have known that she wasn’t the type to hide her feelings. If she had second thoughts, she’d have told him so.
As he took precautions, she watched him with so much fascination that maintaining control wasn’t easy. He wanted no secrets between them, no modesty or shyness. The light on her desk was enough, and he was relieved that she didn’t ask him to turn it off.
Dare stretched out over her, and as her legs parted he settled against her with a feeling of rightness. He’d had sex; this was more.
While he again explored her lush breasts and taut nipples, he kissed her. She accepted his tongue, even sucked on it, making him nuts with lust. Her hands were all over him, from his back to his ass and thighs, and back up to his shoulders. She seemed every bit as urgent as him.
In minutes, they were both breathing hard and fast. Not moving proved impossible for him, especially with her so soft and giving beneath him, squirming each time he tugged on a nipple with his fingertips or nibbled on her earlobe.
When he first rolled his hips against her, she freed her mouth and moaned. Just as she had on the dock, she went hot and ready with blazing speed. Moving to the side of her, Dare slid his hand down along her body until it rested low on her belly.
“You are so small, and so sweet.” He rubbed his cheek against her breast. “But not small here. God almighty, woman, you have a killer body.”
Raising her hands over her head, her eyes closed, Molly clenched in anticipation. He loved looking at her, at the honest reactions on her face.
Watching her, he asked, “Are you wet, Molly?”
She nodded, then arched, trying to hurry him.
Teasing her was so hot, so sexy, that it slowed him down enough. He wanted to take his time and relish this. He didn’t want to miss a single moan or sigh.
“Let me see,” he whispered, and he cupped his hand over her.
Her fingers knotted in the sheet at either side of her head. She looked at him with dazed eyes and honest need. So beautiful. So real.
While he stroked over her, parting her, exploring her with just his fingertips, he bent and slowly sucked on one nipple. She twisted beneath him, breathing hard and fast. With his teeth this time, Dare tugged on her nipple,