Page 74 of Molly: Part One
“Molly?”
“Uh huh.”
“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for acting like a stroppy teenager since I’ve gone back to work. I’ve been stuck in my own head and I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, ahh, Ry. I know you’ve been, ahh, busy.” I can’t help the appreciative noises that escape as I speak.
“That wasn’t really what I meant but thanks.”
I’m just about to ask what he meant but he moves on to my back and totally distracts me.
“Your tattoo is looking good, does it still hurt?” Ryan says running his finger over it.
“No, it’s fine now.”
I had it done just over a week ago. Jax went with me and held my hand because it hurt like a bitch. But now the scabs have cleared and the slight swelling and pinkness has gone I’m really pleased with it. The artist Jax suggested was a pure genius, it looks better than I ever could have imagined.
Jax told me I’d have to wear a loose fitting top for the appointment and for a few days after because it would rub if I had a bra or tight clothing on. So I followed his advice, seeing as he’s an expert in the subject.
I hadn’t told Ryan I was getting it done and we hadn’t spoken about it since the night he found Jax and I planning it and he flew off the handle. When he eventually appeared after work that evening he found me sitting at the coffee table leaning over my sketchpad doing some work. I was so engrossed in what I was doing I didn’t hear him come into the room until he cleared his throat. I looked up at him to see him staring back with passion in his eyes.
“Is everything okay Ry?” I asked suspiciously.
“I…um…yeah. Molly?”
“Yeah?”
“You need to go and put some more clothes on.”
It was only then I looked down at myself and realised the way I was leaning over the coffee table in my loose top meant Ryan could practically see everything. Shit. Suddenly the look in his eyes made more sense to me. I put my pencil down and pulled my top up as I stood.
“I had my tattoo done today,” I say pulling up the bottom of my top to show him the giant plaster. “I can’t have anything rub against it for a few days,” I watch him swallow hard as he looks at my side.
“Right, but you can wear something bigger than that right? You can have one of my t-shirts if you want.”
“No, it’s okay.”
I go to leave the room to change but not before I catch Ryan adjusting himself as he walks into the kitchen. Even after weeks of barely talking the effect we have on each other is still the same.
I’m brought back from my daydream with a gasp as Ryan’s fingers gently brush the sides of my breasts.
“Sorry,” he mutters behind me.
He is now sat across the backs of my thighs and I can feel the unmistakable shape of his erection pressing into my arse. I really need to put a stop to this, but it feels so good.
I can hear Ryan’s breathing has increased and it now matches mine.
“Ry?”
“Yeah.” God his voice sounds so sexy when he’s turned on. It gets gravelly and even deeper than normal.
“I think we need to stop,” I say regretfully.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”
“It’s okay, I just think it’s time to stop.”
“Let me just finish your shoulders and I will.”
