Page 63 of In Her Sights
He smiled, but it wasn’t like his smirks or his teases or even his jolly grins. This was so sweet that it squeezed her heart, wringing it so tightly that she was pretty sure she’d never be the same again. “It would be very okay.”
As soon as the words were out, she tipped her head that tiny distance she needed in order for their lips to meet. She jumped off the cliff without looking down, and even the squawking voice in her head had gone quiet. Pressing her lips against his ever so tentatively, she knew this was right. Even if things crashed and burned disastrously later, it would be worth it. After all, she’d never experienced anything so incredibly perfect as the feel of his sweet smile against hers.
Then his hands were cupping her face, and the kiss deepened, going from gentle to smoking hot in a split second. Grabbing his shirt in both hands, she hauled him closer before wrapping her arms around his neck, needing to feel the full press of her chest against his. She always had known he was big—tall and broad and solid as a rock—but it was so much more evident when he was wrapped around her, making her feel like a giant had her tucked securely in his fist.
He burrowed his fingers into her hair and kissed her even more deeply, bearing her back into the couch cushions. His kiss really was hungry, just like he’d said, as if he were a starving man and she was the only sustenance around. She was just as desperate to taste him, and they kissed until there was nothing else in her brain except John.
When he pulled his mouth from hers, she groaned in disappointment, but he simply chuckled hoarsely as his lips found their way to her jaw and then her throat. This time, her moan was from her own hunger, and she could feel him smile against her skin. Her fingers worked on the back of his head, her short nails scoring lightly against his scalp.
She felt it as he sucked in a breath, air drawn against her overheated skin, and she shivered, needing more even while she didn’t want anything to change, wanting to keep feeling John’s lips against her neck forever. While he was kissing her, everything else disappeared. There were no felonious mothers or dangerous bail jumpers or greedy bondsmen right now. There were only John’s mouth and hands and the feeling of his muscles twitching beneath her touch.
Even as incredible as his kisses were, Molly shifted impatiently, needing more bare skin to explore. The barrier of his T-shirt, as thin as it was, was unbearably frustrating. Grabbing a handful of fabric, she tugged it upward.
He understood right away what she needed, pulling back for just a second as he hauled the shirt over his head and tossed it away. She reached for him, wanting to touch, but he held back. As soon as she realized he was tugging at her shirt, she immediately helped wrench her top over her head, making him laugh with delighted surprise.
“This is okay, then?” he rasped, looking equal parts wild and concerned. “It’s not too far?”
“We’ve jumped off the cliff, Carmondy,” she said, and her voice sounded just as raw and rough as his. “Nothing’s too far.”
His eyes blazed as if her words were gasoline on the fire, and her desire rose to meet his. All their inhibitions were burned away, and they tugged and pulled until all their clothes were tossed aside and there was nothing between them. Their kisses grew frantic as Molly tried to feel all of him at once. Even though she hadn’t realized how much she wanted him until recently, it still felt as if she’d been waiting an eternity to be able to stroke her fingers across his broad, smooth chest or feel the jump of his ab muscles beneath her lips.
“There’s just so much of you,” she murmured against the skin of his shoulder. “It’s going to take me forever to explore all of this.” Without taking her mouth off him, she waved a hand to indicate the full expanse of his naked body—his beautiful naked body.
“Sorry?” His laugh was rough and even a little shaky, making her raise her head to meet his gaze. The tenderness there snatched her breath away, and it was several moments before she could respond.
“Don’t be sorry for this. It—all of you—is amazing.” Unable to stop touching him, she followed the line of his thigh down to the indent of his hip, making him hiss through his teeth as his eyes went dark.
“You’re so beautiful.” He didn’t glance down at her body as he said it. Instead, he held her gaze, making her want to kiss him and squirm and duck her head to hide from the compliment all at the same time. The urge to kiss him won out, though, and it was a long time before they came back up for air. “You’re even more gorgeous naked than I’d imagined, and you were pretty incredible in my head.”
Her laugh surprised her, bubbling out in an honestly happy stream. “Have you really wanted me for that long?”
“Yeah.” He pressed his lips to hers, hard and quick and intense enough to leave her panting when he pulled away. “Forever.”
“Why were you so annoying, then?” She nipped at his bottom lip in retaliation for all the times he’d driven her up a wall. By the way he sucked in a breath and then kissed her hard, the punishment had backfired.
“It got you to talk to me, didn’t it?” he asked when he pulled back. He dropped a line of kisses across her cheekbone to her ear. He scored the rim with his teeth before nibbling on her earlobe and stealing all her breath away so she couldn’t scold him.
She wanted—needed—to explore more of him, so she pushed at his shoulder and wrapped a leg around his hip, turning them so they flipped over. John went along with her silent request, even when they rolled right off the couch onto the area rug. He gave a grunt when his back hit the floor, but he grinned as well, as if every part of the experience, even falling off a couch, was fun and wonderful, just because he got to be with her. That thought touched her at the same time it drove her wild, so she kissed him…hard.
Now that she had her way and could be on top, she took full advantage of her position, exploring every inch of his huge, muscled form, driving him crazy with touches and kisses, until his patience snapped and he took over. He did the same thing to her, discovering every sensitive spot and freckle, learning her bit by bit until she felt as if he knew her body better than anyone. She was frantic and squirming with need long before he donned a condom and slid inside her.
As he moved in her, learning her reactions and how to get her to tighten around him with building pleasure, he watched her face, kissing her and touching her and making her feel so connected to him that she could barely stand it even as she craved it at the same time. Tension built inside her as he watched, quickly finding exactly the best way to move and the best places to stroke and touch until the pleasure peaked and she shattered, her body clutching him as she cried out and dragged him over the edge with her.
He finally closed his eyes as he came, ecstasy contorting his features. It was Molly’s turn to watch him, and she hungrily took in his expressions as pleasure washed over him—pleasure that she’d caused. The idea that she’d given this to him, just as he’d done for her, gave her a warm, satisfied feeling that merged with her afterglow into a deep contentment.
As they lay there immediately afterward, their bodies still linked, Molly thought about what had just happened. Making love with John hadn’t been like what she’d expected…not that she’d allowed herself to think about it—at least not for long—before now. It had been crazy intense, and completely different from their usual light and teasing interactions.
She wasn’t sure why she was so surprised by that, since it made sense. That was how they were together in everything else, after all. They argued and teased and laughed and stole each other’s skips, but they also watched each other’s backs and took care of each other. No wonder sex had been wild and passionate. They could be fun and silly, but together, they could be more than that, too.
John slid out of her, and she felt a pang, missing that physical connection. He kissed her once—thoroughly—before reluctantly pushing to his feet. As he crossed the room to toss the condom in a small garbage can, Molly moved to a sitting position, feeling awkward now that she was lying by herself on the rug.
“What time is it?” she asked, not really wanting to know. She wasn’t ready for reality to roll over them quite yet.
He patted his bare hip, as if his cell phone was somehow attached to him, and she laughed. His dimples appeared as he pretended to frown at her and stalked closer, his eyes narrowing in a way that, along with his suppressed smile, Molly knew meant trouble. With a laughing shriek, she tried to scramble out of his path, but he grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Careful!” She was almost laughing too hard to speak, even as she pinched his tight butt in retaliation. “You’re like eight feet tall. If you drop me on my head, there’s going to be some major damage, and you’re going to have to bring Sonny in yourself.”
“I’ve got you.” His voice was confident, and she believed him completely. He wouldn’t let her get hurt. “And it’s just after seven. Plenty of time for a shower…if we share. That would be the most efficient plan, and I know how much you like a good plan.”
