Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Her curves are soft, and I hold her snugly against my hard length as I moan with need. I’ve never been so overwhelmed yet so sure of what I’m supposed to be doing. Kissing Molly feels like I’ve finally opened my eyes after being asleep. With her in my arms, it’s like the world finally makes sense.
“I can’t think straight when you kiss me,” Molly breathes against my mouth before I go in for another kiss.
“Sounds like a good thing to me.” I grin against her lips before I kiss my way down her neck. “Thinking straight doesn’t seem to do you any favors.”
My fingers trace the edge of her pajama shirt before I slide my hand under it. When I reach her breast, I feel the edge of a soft bra and pull the cup down. She doesn’t tell me to stop or slow down as I hold the weight of it in my hand and brush my thumb over her tight nipple.
“Let’s see if I can help you think a little less straight,” I say as I lift her shirt and dip my head.
When I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, she cries out, and I shift on the couch to rub my cock against her. The remote must be underneath me because suddenly the television comes on and the movie starts playing.
“Just ignore it,” Molly demands as she grips my hair tighter and rocks her hips against me. “Don’t stop.”
Fuck, this woman is going to make me lose control. Grabbing her hips, I suddenly stand and turn around so that her back hits the couch and I’m on top of her.
“Be careful what you ask for,” I warn as I pull off my shirt and toss it to the floor. Her eyes widen as she stares at my tattoos, but it doesn’t look like she’s turned off by them. If anything, she seems excited by the way I look without a shirt on.
I reach for her shirt next, and she doesn’t tell me to stop as I slip it over her head along with her bra. When she’s topless under me, I cup her breasts and push them together. My mouth waters as I rub my face against them and begin to feast.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m telling myself to slow down, but the more I taste Molly, the quieter that voice becomes.
Chapter Eleven
MOLLY
Holy Christmas cakes. Of course he has sexy tattoos that he keeps hidden away. It goes with his whole grouchy persona. A persona that has quickly grown on me. Noah doesn’t give a shit what other people think, and he doesn’t bother with a response to questions if he doesn’t want to.
I should find that annoying and rude, but nope. All these things together are doing it for me in a way I had no clue they would. There is just something about this man that I can’t get enough of, and I'm going with it. No more fighting it or getting into my own head. I'm simply going to enjoy the present and not think about all the tomorrows.
"You always smell so damn good," Noah says. His words are muffled between my breasts.
He's got his whole face buried in them like he’s making me his own personal dessert. I would laugh, but I'm too turned on. I can feel my panties sticking to me from how wet I am. My clit is throbbing like it’s got a heartbeat, and it’s begging for the same attention he's giving my nipples.
"Powdered sugar," I tell him as he latches on to one of my nipples again.
I sink my fingers farther into his hair, needing to hold on to him. I want to touch him everywhere, but he keeps distracting me. Later, I’m going to lick every one of his tattoos and get him to tell me about them.
"No, it's all you. Your sweetness drips out, and I want it all to myself." His mouth moves over, giving my other nipple the same attention.
"Noah," I moan as my hips try to buck. I'm thoroughly pinned, and though it should probably freak me out, I find the thought of not being pinned beneath him every day to be more terrifying.
"I've got you," he tells me as he lifts to loom over me. Does he have me? I want him to. “Do you hear me, Molly?”
“I hear you,” I breathe. I’m just not sure if we both mean it in the same way.
Noah is a man of few words, which makes what he does say carry more weight. His lips turn up on one side, and I think he’s about to smile before he presses his mouth to mine.
My lips instantly part to welcome his kiss, and our tongues stroke against each other. I didn’t realize how erotic kissing could be. I imagined sweet and sexy, but this feels downright sinful, and I love it.