Page 78 of Molly's Mr. Wrong
“Last time we had an argument.”
He quirked an eyebrow up. “We also figured some stuff out.”
“True.”
More silence. He shifted his weight, then met her gaze. “So where are we now, Molly? What happens next?” His mouth tightened briefly, before he asked, “Do we talk some more?”
The way he was looking at her made his meaning crystal clear.
D-day.
“I...”
She could tell him, yes, she wanted to talk. Or she could turn and walk out the door. Run to safety.
Instead she reached out to lightly touch the front of his shirt, stroke her fingers over the soft gray cotton. His hard muscles tensed beneath her touch. She lifted her chin, met his eyes. “What if I don’t want to talk just yet?”
“What would you like to do?”
And suddenly she felt very calm. In control. “I would like to find out if you’re as good in person as you are in my dreams.”
She felt his heart do a double beat beneath her palm. His voice was rough when he said, “I’m fairly positive that I’m better.”
“Yeah?” she asked softly. “Prove it.”
She felt his heart do an odd double beat and then his mouth came down on hers, the first touch exploding into something hot and demanding.
Molly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer, molding her body against his long frame. The kiss pulled her in, obliterated her sense of up and down, right and wrong. All that mattered in her world for this one moment was the man whose mouth was ravaging hers, demanding a reaction that she was more than willing to give.
She pushed her hands up along his face, over the light scruff on his cheeks, answering his demands, pressing her body against his.
Molly, who overthought everything, did herself a favor and stopped thinking. She reached for the bottom of his T-shirt, dragged it up over his head and tossed it on the bench behind her. He returned the favor, his gaze pausing on the swell of her breasts, then moving on down to the jeweled bar in her navel.
“This,” he said in low voice, “surprises me.”
“Wait until you see my other one.”
His eyes went wide and she laughed, pulling his mouth back to hers for a long kiss. “Kidding,” she said softly. “This is my sole sign of rebellion.”
“I approve,” he murmured before undoing her jeans and pushing them down her thighs. Her panties followed, and she kicked out of them as he reached behind her to clear the bench with his arm, then took hold of her waist and lifted her butt onto the cool metal. Molly didn’t think it would be cool for long.
Finn leaned back, took a long look at her, his heated gaze traveling over her. “You’re ridiculous,” he muttered. “Perfect.”
Molly liked being perfect, and she liked seeing his erection straining against his jeans. She nodded toward it.
Finn gave a short laugh at her silent directive, then followed orders, the hard length of him springing free as he shoved his jeans down. He was gorgeous, and Molly was glad she was sitting because her legs were getting wobbly.
He leaned in as he smoothly undid her bra, their last remaining barrier, then gave her breasts the attention they deserved, first with his hands and then with his mouth. Molly gasped. Arched. His tongue trailed lower and he played with the jewelry that so fascinated him—her freedom-from-Blake jewelry—and then continued lower as she opened her thighs for him.
Molly arched again, against his mouth, gasping as he hit the spot. She almost came but instead scooted backward.
“First time you’re in me.”
He gave her a look, then went to his pants, dug around in his wallet and came back with a condom. Once sheathed, he took hold of her hips and pulled her forward until he was pressed firmly against her. Molly wrapped her legs around him and slowly slid herself forward on the smooth metal bench until they were fully joined.
Perfection.
Her mouth opened in a silent “oh” as he started to move. Slowly, oh so slowly, rocking against her, filling her. It felt so ridiculously good that Molly almost couldn’t breathe...and then she could as he changed things up, started moving faster. Her breath came in short gasps as his rhythm increased, and all she could do was hang on until her body exploded against him. She saw the gleam of pure male satisfaction before he finished, plunging deeply, holding her body tightly against his until he relaxed and his head came to rest against her shoulder.
