He watched her eyes close in a soft flutter when his hands gripped her waist for a silent moment before pressing flatly higher, each one cupping a gold nylon covered breast. He liked the quick sup of breath when his thumb nails scraped over the hard pebble of each nipple. An action that made each of them a little more prominent beneath the thin fabric of her bra and him, hungry to see more.
“God, that feels wonderful,” Molly breathed, her fingers tightened on the band of his jeans to keep from falling over. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“I’m sure I can fix that,” Jonathon assured her gruffly, his hands quickly opening the snap at the front of his jeans. But it was her hands that slid inside the material and stroked over the boxers before slipping beneath the waistband. “Molly…I’m going to embarrass myself if you…”
“Grit your teeth,” she ordered with a little laugh, fascinated by the light coating of dark hair that began just below his naval and spread. She curled her fingers slightly as her hands pushed the material from his hips. She scraped her fingernails through the strands of hair over his abdomen and then lower.
Molly would be the first to admit her experience with live specimens like this were few and far between. Both in the form of dates or patients. And for the most part, when her patients came to her with a problem in the groin area, rarely were they erect and this fine looking. She moved her hands to the jeans and boxers, easing them down his long legs, occasionally scraping her nails along his flesh. She helped him lift his feet and moved the clothes out of the way, very aware that his erection was now tangled around her hair.
She thought she’d just help it out a little and wrapped one hand around him firmly. She offered a long, torturous stroke from the thick base where his balls tightened considerably at her attention upward to the crown. All the time with her hair wrapped and teasing him.
“Pretty,” she murmured, leaning in and carefully easing her hair from him before she licked over the soft bulb of a mushroom head. She felt his hands on her head when she used her tongue to trace a slow, damp line on the underside of the sensitive ridge.
“Christ, Molly…” Jonathon groaned and gripped her shoulders, pulling her to her feet and turning until they tumbled to the bed, side by side, together. His mouth took hers, one hand shoving all five fingers into her hair and holding tightly while they traded hungry kisses.
His free hand moved behind her back, easily opening the single hook on her bra and then sliding his palm around her breast. Both of them groaned into their kiss, her head thrown back when he trailed his mouth hotly over her jaw and onto her throat. He continued lower, taking a long, slow lick over the small, puckered nipple before suckling hard.
Her body arched against him, her breathing coming in soft little pants. He kept his mouth busy suckling and nibbling around her breast, his hand sliding down into the front of her panties. She didn’t have coils on her mons, just a soft dusting that tingled in the center of his palm as he thrust his fingers between the swollen labia. Testing and finding the flow of thick syrup that told him of her arousal.
He stroked one finger down the length of the cleft, found the tiny opening and teased it with slow, seductive circles. His palm came to rest against her clit, something that made her jump and push harder against him. He knew what that movement meant. She was hungry and wanting more. And he wanted to see her soar. He tugged on her nipple with his teeth, plucking at it while stroking the moisture up and over her clit, pressing, stroking and circling until he wasn’t sure she was breathing.
Then he knew he’d found the right spot because it took all he had to hold her against him, his mouth down and covering hers after the high, sharp little scream pierced the room.
“Oh, god, Jon!”
Her hips came up off the bed and into his hand. Both her hands had gone to his head, ten fingers tangled in his hair and holding on while the constrictions carried her over and dropped her in free flight to the ground.
Then the slender form fell against him, her eyes opened slowly to stare at him as if an entire new world had opened for her. And he was the cause.
Pops. Nice, mild little waves that never quite crested. And those she always had to do herself. She pulled her fingers from the back of his head, letting the thick, dark strands tickle her palms. He hadn’t moved, his face inches from hers and responding well to the gentle pressure she applied, pulling his mouth to hers.
There was no hurry in his kiss, further baffling her. No grabbing; no pushing her over and thrusting without more of anything. But she could feel the taut line of control in the corded muscles along his shoulders when her hand moved there and pushed gently.
“Thank you,” she breathed, the still clenching muscles making her lashes close against the dark eyes studying her. “I’ve never gotten that kind of reaction…”
She felt his mouth moving against hers and opened her eyes. There was no mistaking the hunger there. And the fire she felt in the palm he slid down her ribs to her hip hadn’t faded one bit. She saw questions in his gaze but he was silent, his mouth moving down her throat even as she pushed him flat on his back on the bed.
Molly took one of the foil packets from the nightstand and knelt at his side, sighing at the loss of his mouth on her skin. His lashes were as dark as his eyes were light, a thick midnight that never closed, taking in the almost nude woman at his side. She wiggled against the bed, taking the damp panties out of the way and tossing them to the floor before she slid one leg over his thighs and perched there, her knees holding her up.
Jonathon tried wrapping his brain around the words she’d murmured. Her response to him and his to her was still amazing him. There was a rosy glow that tinted her skin and the look on her face when she exploded on his fingers would be locked in his memory for a very long time. Only to be replaced by new ones, he told himself seconds before his mind shut down.
Her fingers were warm and strong as she stroked along his cock. Her nails raked over his balls and he felt them tighten all the more as she prepared the condom. Each touch she gave him somehow sent another spike into his cock, the painful hardening only eased when her touch returned.
He didn’t want to take his eyes from her, watching as she fit the condom along his length. Her touch pulled a long, low groan from deep inside him. Pure sensuality surrounded her as she peered up at him through midnight lashes, fascinated by the shape and feel of him beneath her fingers.
“Molly…honey, you’re killing me…”
“Grit your teeth,” she ordered with a little grin, her palm rising and stroking over the soft coils, raking her nails through them along his abdomen and higher. “You have wonderful muscles, Jonathon.”
“And one of them seriously wants you,” he returned, leaning up enough for his hands to circle her waist and pull her over him, the sensation of her wet pussy brushing against his cock bringing out another plaintive groan. “Molly…”
“I want it to be as good for you as you made it for me, Jonathon,” she whispered after the surprised yelp left her lips.
“Honey, it already has been…”
Her hands came up and gripped his wrists, moving them from her waist as she rotated her hips, stroking the damp center down his cock and back up, riding the hard line of him a few more times before twisting just right. The rounded tip found the hot, wet invitation of her opening and wasn’t about to give it up this time.
“Oh, Jon…” Molly groaned his name, her hands pressed for balanced against his chest. Her hips moved back and forth; up and down, sinking him a little more with each downward stroke.
Grit his teeth. Twice she’d told him that and he was now positive he’d need dental work. Because it wasn’t working. Her body was tight and hot and wet and his was starving, throbbing with each foray inside. Caressing softness surrounded him; gripped him and pulsed in waves along the length slowly finding its way inside.
His hands moved to her knees, stroking heavily along the muscled thighs until his thumbs reached the crease.
A distraction, he ordered as he felt the explosion pending and being taken from his control. He sent his hands higher, over her ribs until he could cup one breast in each center.
A big mistake.
The instant he caught a pebbled nipple between his fingers, her pussy clamped down on him, hard and seemed to wring his cock into a puddle. He listened to the abruptly uneven breath from above her, her eyes wide and staring down at him. He swore he could see her head shaking.
“Molly…”
“It’s good…really good,” she whispered, closing her eyes and continuing to sink onto his cock. He watched the waving way her lower body moved, fascinated and enthralled; excited and unbelievably aroused. Because with each wave, with each movement, the velvety muscles inside her clenched and rippled around him; twisting, stroking and pulling him further.
The surprised look on her face told him what he needed to know when one palm slid from her breast to the swollen clit. Her hand had moved there, her fingers stroking as she rocked back and forth. He pressed where her fingers had been and lost every ounce of control.
Her knees spread; her body stiffened and her head shook in denial even as a wild convulsion burst through her muscles. One of her hands went to his wrist, guiding his thumb and gasping aloud, his name part of a mix of groans and pleas.
They were locked together now, and every movement she made pushed him closer to the edge. He could barely hear her whispering, little pleas of disbelief as he continued stroking and she lost herself again, taking him with her this time.
Jonathon’s voice echoed in the suite, deep and savage as his body erupted deep inside Molly. The taut convulsions rippled and caressed him; stroking repeatedly despite the fact that her body had frozen in place once she slammed her pelvis down on his cock and held it there. Only he was moving, thrusting up several times to sink even deeper until everything inside him was drained and exhausted.
His hand moved to her hip, the other resting on her head when she seemed to melt against him, their bodies damp and clinging. Heat and sex filled the room, his fingers tangling in her hair as he stroked down her back. Damp tendrils caught around his hand as he moved them from her face, the soft whisper of her breath skating over his chest where she lay.
“That was amazing,” Molly breathed, a reverence in her tone that made him chuckle. “No, seriously…a girl probably shouldn’t admit this, but it’s never like that when I do it myself. It’s nice…very relaxing…but that was…really good.”
Jonathon felt his body react to her words and decided it might be best if he withdrew the awakening cock from her body. The image of Molly stretched out on a bed with her hand between her thighs completely erased the exhausted sensation that he’d had a moment ago.
Lifting her carefully to the side, this time he did grit his teeth instead of allowing the groan to sift between his lips. Knowing his girl, she’d think it was her fault.
He replayed the words, deciding he definitely liked the way they sounded as he disposed of the condom and walked back to the bed, gazing down at the delicate curves of pale flesh stretched out on her stomach. She had her arms raised and folded to cradle her head, her gaze focused on the darkness outside. Now and then a plane would go overhead, its lights sparkling down on the still waters of Puget Sound.
Jonathon pulled the collection of blankets to the side, rearranging them over the two of them as he settled on his side next to her. With one arm up beneath his head, his other hand stroked over the warm curves. He liked the sound of the soft purr she offered. She turned to her side, pressing her back against his chest.
He brought his hand up, moving the long strands of platinum from her throat before he pressed his face to the back of her neck. He nipped lightly and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her tightly against him.
“I’m glad I came to your room,” Molly said softly.
“I’m glad you came to my room, too,” he eased her even closer, inhaling the sweet fragrance that floated around her hair. “I love the way your hair smells…the way your skin feels…”
“It doesn’t feel real,” she whispered. “You’re so strong under my fingers…there are so many sensations when you touch me, Jonathon.”
“And you don’t think that can be real?” He shifted further back, rolling her to her back and peering into a pair of curiously wide eyes. “Beautiful,” he covered her mouth with his. “It’s very real, Molly…very, very real,” he assured her, his hands griping her waist and pulling her back over him.
Stretched out along his body, she braced an elbow on either side of his head, her fingers moving the long hair to one side. It fell over one shoulder and teased his throat when she leaned in to kiss him.
“Tell me about those moves you have…you made it look like your body was fluid…”
“That’s a very nice compliment,” she said with a light laugh. “And I took belly dancing a few years ago for exercise and fun. I had no idea those moves had other uses.”
“Show me again,” he urged before beginning a series of kisses that brought the heat back to the bedroom.
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Chapter Eleven
She smelled food.
Serious breakfast food.
Her nose twitched and she rolled to her back, arms flung out and semi-conscious. Awake enough to know the bed she was in only had her in it. She rolled again, sprawled face down and inhaling deeply.
Jonathon, she thought with a contented sigh. She inhaled again, taking in his scent and pushing her face into the pillows her arms wrapped around. And she’d not only spent the night in his bed, but had the best time ever doing it.
Deciding resolve was needed, she pushed both palms flat on the bed until her head was up high enough to look around for a clock. The glowing red numbers of the clock came roughly into view through the mass of long hair dangling over her eyes.
“Eleven?” She closed one eyes and squinted. The numbers didn’t change. “In the morning?” She turned toward the window. Yep, definitely daylight. A little on the grey side, but definitely daylight.
“I was hoping I hadn’t killed you,” came the deep voice from the opposite direction.
Molly heard amusement in his voice. That sexy deep voice that drew her attention and sent shivers through her. She turned toward the voice, blinking and taking in the half dressed male. The shivers upped considerably. He was wearing jeans that rode low on his hips, no shirt and he hadn’t shaved. He held a cup with a little steam rising from it and his hair hadn’t quite been combed with more than his fingers. And hers. That she definitely remembered. Clearly.
“Hi,” the inner girl groaned at her dexterity with the English language at the moment. Molly sighed.
“Coffee?” Jonathon crossed to the bed and sat on the edge, the cup offered out until she shook her head. “Juice? I ordered up breakfast. Since I wasn’t really sure what you might like, we have a little of everything. Hungry?”
She nodded.
“How about I go in the other room and wait for you? I left the bag you brought with you and it’s on the chair by the bathroom,” Jonathon stood up and left the room.
Molly heard the amusement in his voice and scrambled off the bed, making a run for the bathroom after snatching her bag off the chair. The door closed behind her and a long sigh broke from her lips a few minutes later.
Jonathon wasn’t sure what was going on in her mind but she looked damned sexy all tousled and uncovered in his bed. Saturday morning, he thought. Yesterday, he’d left work just before noon and twenty-four hours later, his world had been shifted off its axis. Normally, he’d want whoever he’d had in his bed the night before gone so he could work. And even when he’d mounted the bike the day before, the thought that a few hours clearing his head would easily relieve the tension and he’d be ready to launch himself back into the grind the next morning.
This morning.
Only he wasn’t ready for work. He wanted his three day weekend and he wanted it with Molly. He was refreshing
his coffee when she finally made an appearance, the scent of steam and freshly showered Molly announcing her entrance.
“Feeling better?” He stayed in his seat, hoping it would help. He hadn’t expected her to be nervous, but she definitely looked skittish suddenly.
“Yes. Thank you.”
“Nervous?” He accepted the quick nod, setting his cup down and standing up. “What has you nervous? Me?”
“Me,” she answered with a swallow, offering no resistance when he led her to a chair and pressed on her shoulders until she was sinking onto it.
“Eat, Molly…and we can talk about what we’re going to do with the rest of the day,” he poured juice into her glass and began putting a little of everything onto the empty plate in front of her. Until she finally moved and put two hands over the plate, a pair of wide eyes gaping up at him.
“Stop!” Finally a little laugh broke free, her head shaking, the freshly washed ponytail swinging behind her.
“Not a typical situation for you,” Jonathon said when she had the bout of giggles under control. He leaned back in his seat, a fresh cup of coffee held between both hands as he watched her. All fresh and sparkling, she did not look old enough to have aroused him into the early hours of the morning.
“Waking up in someone’s room other than mine?” Her head shook as she made a sandwich out of the crispy bacon. “No…no…but I don’t know what happened to me a few minutes ago…before my shower…and just now…I just don’t know why I felt a little uneasy.”
“’Cause I’m scary looking in the morning?” He smiled when she choked and reached for the juice, draining half the glass.
“First off, it’s almost noon. I can’t even remember the last time I slept that late,” she went back to her sandwich, sighing as she chewed. “Delicious. I’m starving.” She swallowed hastily. “And you are not scary looking. I think the shadow thing is sexy.”
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