Page 104 of Breaking Emily's Rules
“You’ll move or I’ll move you.”
How did he take a few words and make them sound so sexy? Molly took in a breath. She had to go all the way with this. Take one for the team. With that in mind, Molly reached up, grabbed his shoulders and kissed the hell out of him.
Strangely, even though he froze for a moment, it wasn’t long before he kissed her back. Deepening the kiss and grabbing her ass, the way only Dylan could do.
“Molly,” he growled. “What are you up to?”
There wasn’t any anger in his voice, only fresh and raw desire. Easy to recognize it since it coursed through her, too. “You’ll find out.”
She kissed him again, threading her fingers through that thick hair, and then pulling at the top of his sweats so he’d know exactly what she wanted. She wanted him. All of him.
Sink forgotten, somehow they made it over to the couch, removing layers of clothes as they went. She’d often fought with Dylan over who would be on top, but tonight there was no doubt she would win this battle. She pushed Dylan on his back and straddled him. This would be quick, but she had a feeling fast was what they both needed and wanted right now. It had been too long since she’d made love to her husband. She needed him inside her, like she needed oxygen.
Molly tore off her top, and let Dylan catch a glimpse of her red push-up bra before she took that off, too.
“You’re killing me,” Dylan groaned.
“I don’t know if I can wait another minute.” She moaned when Dylan took one breast into his mouth and then the other one, licking, kissing and nibbling.
“The condoms are in my bathroom,” Dylan said between nibbles.
“Right.”
She jumped off him and took the opportunity to pull off the rest of her clothes and her panties. Then she ran bare-assed into his bathroom.
When she returned, Dylan wore his sailor-on-leave grin. “Please let me see you run like that again.”
“Maybe later.”
Molly smiled because Dylan had taken his shirt off, and this time she wouldn’t just have to watch from a distance and yearn. Instead, she took a tour of his body with her tongue, starting at his neck, working her way down.
“Damn, baby,” Dylan groaned. “I missed you.”
Molly wished she could say the same, but it was so much more than that for her. She loved him, pure and simple. And she was too afraid to think that this might be the last time they’d be together this way.
One last hurrah. That was why she couldn’t think anymore as he thrust into her again and again. She could only feel the ripples of pleasure rolling through her body, taking her away, lifting her to another time and place.
A place in which she’d never left.
* * *
When Molly wokethe next morning, dawn light was filtering through the vertical blinds and she was cradled in Dylan’s arms, too afraid to move. Too afraid she’d burst this bubble they were in. What would he say to her in the light of day? Would he tell her this could never happen between them again?
Sometime during the night they’d moved to Dylan’s bed for round two. And still she couldn’t get enough of him, but the man needed to rest. He had a broken ankle; though, she certainly couldn’t tell by the way he’d made love to her.
She kept her eyes closed and pretended to sleep when Dylan stirred. He kissed her forehead and then whispered, “Molly?”
She couldn’t avoid it any longer. Sooner or later she’d have to wake up and face reality. “Hmm?”
“Would you get me some water, baby? I need to take my meds.”
Baby.“Of course.” Molly climbed out of bed and filled a glass with tap water from the bathroom.
“I could get used to this kind of service,” Dylan said with a sleepy smile as he reached for the bottle of pills on the nightstand.
“Are you hurting?”
She climbed back into bed. He’d probably given that ankle a workout when he’d insisted on being on top.
