“Like what?”
He took a breath. “I feel like we are kindred spirits, you and me,” he said, not sure if he should continue.
Molly clutched the napkin in her hand.
Lucian decided to throw caution to the wind. “I swore to myself I would never do this…” he lifted his free hand and pointed at Molly and then himself, “I might, I think, I already have…fallen for you.”
Molly blinked stupidly as her heart picked up pace. Was he serious? He certainly looked serious. Granted she did not know him that well but she really wanted to believe him. Was she being stupid? She always jumped the gun in relationships and look where that had gotten her. Dumped, over and over again. But Lucian wasn’t Dan.
Making up her mind, she decided, right then and there, that she didn’t give a damn about a dead woman stealing her thunder at the last minute—well, she did, but she wasn’t going to give up without a fight. And if Molly had her way, she would make sure that bitch got a one-way ticket back to wherever she had come from. And the next time Lucian yelled out a name in the throes of passion, she would make sure it was hers and not Rebecca’s, of that she was certain—at least that is what she told herself.
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
“What do you think she wants?” Molly asked, and then took a bite of her steak. She normally didn’t like eating in front of men, but decided this was going to be an exception especially since he had already seen her as naked as the day she was born. Dan never bothered to keep the light on when they had sex, which she was glad for.
This, what was happening now, between her and Lucian, a practical stranger, was a time for firsts for her, and she was scared she would get hurt, but also excited at what may come of it. Needless to say, she was more than happy these firsts she was experiencing was with Lucian. And against her better judgement and all the warning bells ringing in her mind that something just didn’t seem right, she chose to ignore them and tried, for once, to just enjoy the moment.
Lucian lifted his glass. “I don’t know what she wants. Maybe there is more to the story than finding the Emeralds. Maybe, like you mentioned earlier, it may be a bit more sinister.” He took a long pull from his drink.
Molly shivered involuntarily. “But why are you the only one that can see her?”
“I really don’t have a damn clue.” He lowered his glass and set it back on the table but his fingers lingered, turning it back and forth making the amber liquid swirl in the bottom.
“It seems odd,” Molly said. “I mean, I worked there and never saw her. Maybe there is something she wants. Not from me but from you.”
“Like what?” He stared down at glass in his hand, not really seeing it. His mind was going a mile a minute. He told Molly he didn’t have any idea that he said Rebecca’s name but that wasn’t altogether true because he had seen her. Just not when Molly said he did. Not the whole time, and that certainly wasn’t why he had such an explosive orgasm…at least he didn’t think it did. But…he did see Rebecca when he was with Tracy…
“I don’t know,” Molly answered.
Lucian looked up. The sound of her voice interrupted his train of thought, bringing his mind back to the conversation at hand. “I don’t know either,” he said finally. “But obviously she wants something.
Molly set her napkin on the table. She suddenly lost her appetite. “It seems, she may want you.”
He was about to deny what she said but obviously there was more to it. Rebecca wanted something. He just didn’t know what? “It’s late,” he said, pushing back from the table. “Let’s get some shut eye and see what tomorrow brings when we get back to the mine.”
“We’re going back?” The mine was the last place she wanted to go.
“Yeah, I think we should. Don’t you?”
“I guess.” Molly chewed on her lip to stop from saying anything more.
“What’s wrong?” His brows creased with concern.
“Nothing,” she lied.
“You still have the map, right?”
“Of course.”
“Good.” He stood up, crossed over to where she was sitting, and extended out his hand. “Let’s go to bed.”
Liquid heat pooled between her thighs at the mention of going to bed. Takin a breath, Molly placed her hand in his and let him pull her to her feet. Her hand immediately started to tingle from the contact.
They were toe to toe.
She could feel the heat emanating from his body and wanted nothing more than to reach up, wrap her arms around his neck, and initiate a repeat performance of what happened in the shower. She knew she shouldn’t want to especially after he called out Rebecca’s name but her body seemed to have other ideas.
Lucian watched the play of emotions on her face. She was so unlike Cecily or even Tracy. Molly was an open book. He could tell she wanted him. And surprisingly, he found he wanted her as well, which was so out of character for him he started second guessing his own sanity because this was the last thing he needed. Molly would be just another complication in a long list of complications in his life. And more importantly, he didn’t want to hurt her. But he also couldn’t seem to muster the strength to turn her away either. “I want you,” he said, but then added, “if you don’t want to, I understand.”
Molly was at war with herself, but the battle waging was already a lost cause. Because right now, nothing else mattered but the pull she had to Lucian. She would worry about the consequences tomorrow. “I want you too.” She kept her eyes averted, afraid to see his face.
Lucian lifted her chin with the tips of his fingers and dipped his head down so they were eye to eye. “I don’t want to lie to you, okay.”
“Okay.” She looked up into his smoldering eyes. Big mistake.
“I can’t make you any promises,” he said.
Molly knew she should just shut it down, whatever was happening between them, but she just didn’t have the willpower. “I don’t care.”
Those three words were all the affirmation he needed. With a low growl, he grabbed the belt of her robe and pulled her on the bed. “Lie back against the pillows and close your eyes,” he instructed her.
Molly laid back against the softness of the pillows and closed her eyes, just like he instructed.
“There’s my good girl,” he said.
Molly didn’t want to be a good girl, she wanted to be a bad girl, a naughty girl. Lifting her hand, she pulled apart her robe, exposing her breasts. The cool air, combined with the excitement, made her nipples harden into tight little buds.
Lucian’s breath caught at the sight. “Touch them for me.” He pushed down his boxer briefs and stepped out of them.
Giving into her naughty side, she reached down and lightly stroked her breasts.
His erection jutted eagerly outward at the sight. “You are so beautiful.”
Emboldened by his praise, she opened her robe more. Lifting her hand, she slid the tips of her fingers down her stomach past the cropped curls, then even further, until she was nestled snugly between her thighs.
“Don’t stop,” he coaxed as he lowered himself to the bed.
Molly was wet and panting. She’d never done this before…well, at least not with an audience. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” Reaching out, he trailed one finger over her taut nipple.
Molly gasped from the sensation.
“You like that?” He rolled the bud between his thumb and forefinger.
“Yeess,” she gasped, jerking upward.
“Hold still,” he advised. Eager to help her to where she needed to be, he pushed her legs further apart and inserted his finger into her wetness.
Molly nearly came off the bed from the invasion.
“So, sweet,” he breathed as he slowly slid his finger deeper and then retreated just as slowly.
Of their own accord, Molly’s legs dropped open wider.
“That’s it.” His voice was husky with desire. He repeated the action but this time he inserted another f
inger. “You like that?”
“Yes!” Molly clenched her hands into fists as she jerked upward, trying to get closer as the slow burn between her thighs grew.
Lucian increased the tempo until his fingers were slick with her wet heat. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside of me, now,” she begged. She was on the verge of losing all control but she didn’t want to give over to it yet, she wanted to make him as crazy as he was making her. And to be honest, she wanted a bit more as well. She wanted to hear her name from his lips as he lost all control.
Lucian was throbbing. He wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside of her, but he was afraid. Afraid of losing control. And more importantly, of what he might say. He didn’t want to hurt her again. Not now. Not when he was so close to getting everything he ever wanted. But his body had other ideas. Against his better judgement, he let his body control mind. Rising up on his knees, he positioned himself between her thighs and hooked his arms under her legs, lifting her upward until she pressed against his erection.
“Hold on baby,” he gritted. “I’m coming home.” In one deep thrust, he was in.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, as he buried himself to the point his sac was pressed up against the rounded curve of her bottom. His entire body shook as he fought not to explode. “Are you okay?”
Beyond words at this point, Molly nodded. Everything felt so good with Lucian, so right.
“Thank God,” he breathed. Tightening his hold, he began to move. At first, it was slow, but as he moved inside her warmth, he picked up a steady rhythm. Her eyes glazed with passion, making his blood boil and his shaft swell even more. Jerkily he thrust forward, burying himself even deeper. “Damn baby, you feel so good.”
Molly released all her inhibitions, giving completely over to the feelings swirling deep inside as Lucian filled her completely, again and again. She clenched the sheets tighter, thrusting her hips upward to take more of him. Back and forth, in and out, she fought for the elusive thing that was just out of her grasp. Reaching forward, she ran her nails up the backs of his thighs.
“Yeah,” he gasped. “You feel so fucking good.” He drove home again until he was buried as deep as he could go and still it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted her to scream out his name, to feel her body convulse around him in ecstasy. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat as he spread her legs even wider.
Molly’s fingers slipped under his sac and her nails accidentally scraped against the delicate skin.
Lucian clenched his buttocks, thrusting forward. “Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “That feels incredible.”
Emboldened by his praise, she did it again, this time a little harder.
“My God,” he gritted, pumping faster, harder. His body covered in sweat. “Please,” he begged. “Don’t stop.”
Molly reached forward and made another slow pass with her nails.
“Yeeess,” he yelled, throwing his head back as his he lost what little control he had left as his seed jetted against the walls of her vagina.
Arching upward one last time, Molly followed him right over the edge, as she too exploded from within.
Lucian’s muscles protested as he released her legs and lowered them back down to the bed. He dropped beside her, breathing heavy. “That was amazing!”
“Yeah,” she panted, still breathing heavy, herself. “It was.”
Side by side, they lay on the bed, both satiated.
Lucian reached out, grabbed hold of her hand, pulling it over his chest as his breathing slowed and his eyes drifted shut.
Holding his hand, Molly smiled contentedly into the darkness.
CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
The following morning, Molly woke abruptly. Not because of the sun shining in through the sheer curtains or the rattling of dishes on the cart outside her door but to the hard object pressing against her backside. Her mind muddled from sleep, raced to figure out the culprit and then she remembered. Smiling she reached down and closed her hand over Lucian’s erection. “What’s this?” she joked.
“It’s a friend of mine and he misses you terribly.”
“He does?” She tightened her hold causing Lucian to groan. “What’s his name?”
“Darth.”
“Who?”
“Darth Vader, he wants to bring you over to the dark side.”
“Didn’t he already bring me there last night?” She giggled.
“No. Not yet.”
“Hmm…” She snuggled closer to Lucian. “What does this friend of yours have in mind?”
“He is open to any and all suggestions.”
“Is he?” She stroked his length with the tips of her fingers.
“Yes.” Lucian groaned.
“How badly does he want to make my acquaintance?”
“Pretty damn bad.”
“Well,” she sighed. “Maybe I could be persuaded to meet him…for a price.”
“What price might that be?” he asked.
“What price is he willing to pay?”
“I’m pretty sure the skies the limit.”
“Only the sky. What about the moon and the stars?”
“I bet if you ask him nicely he would give you them as well.”
“Wow. This friend of yours must want to meet with me pretty badly.”
“He does.”
“Has he also told you how he wants to meet me?”
“I’d bet he would take you anyway he could have you.”
“He doesn’t have a preference?”
“Oh, he does,” he assured her.
“And what might those preferences be?” She tightened her grip.
Lucian gasped. “He is feeling a bit overwrought and wondered if you could take control.”
“Really?” She propped her head on her hand but continued massaging his length with her other hand.
“Yes, really.” His eyes glazed with lust.
Releasing him, she crawled up and straddled his waist. “Do you think he would like me like this?”
“Oh, yes. I think he would really like you like that.”
“I guess I could arrange that for him.” She gently raked her nails down his chest, delving her fingers into the springy hair surrounding his shaft.
Lucian gritted and lifted his hands to her breasts. The weight of them filled his palms as he stroked his thumbs over her rigid nipples. “If you did, I’d bet he would do anything you asked.”
Molly squirmed against him, feeling the familiar heat between her thighs start to build once more. “Anything?” she asked, an idea forming in her mind.
“Anything,” he repeated.
“Well then, I don’t see how I can refuse.” She lifted her bottom and positioned herself above the tip of his erection. Slowly, she impaled herself.
“Yeess,” Lucian hissed. “You feel so fucking good.” He dropped her breasts and slid his hands to her waist, helping her ease down to the hilt.
Molly reveled in the power she had over him. Moving slowly, she eased upward and then back down once again, riding him. She repeated the action, moving just as slow.
Lucian was losing his mind. The sweet torture she was inflicting was too much. In one swift motion, he lifted her up and went with her as he flipped her onto her back, burying himself deep inside. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her heels dug into the small of his back as he pumped faster, harder. “Am I hurting you?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
Lucian froze. “Am I really hurting you?”
“Yes, but don’t stop,” she cried. “It hurts in a good way.”
“Thank God for small miracles.” He hiked her legs up until his balls were nestled snugly against the rounded curve of her buttocks. When she was acclimated to him once again, he began moving, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. “Turn over,” he instructed.
Molly released her legs and turned over.
“Get on your knees, baby.”
“Okay.” Molly wasn’t too sure
about having her butt in the air but she wasn’t about to deny him either. Crawling up, she stuck her behind in the air.
Lucian got behind her on his knees and sild his hand over her sweet ass. “I’m coming in.” He grabbed hold of her hips and slammed into her from behind.
Molly hugged the pillow in front of her, smothering her moans of pleasure as his balls slapped against her bottom over and over again. Unaccustomed to the position, she tightened reflexively and began spiraling out of control in seconds. “Lucian,” she cried.
“Fuck yeah,” Lucian groaned. Pumping harder, faster, until he too was on the brink. “Tighten your pussy for me again,” he begged.
Molly didn’t have to be told twice. She squeezed tighter, adding to her own pleasure.
“Oh, yeah!” His buttocks clenched as his seed erupted and they both tumbled over into an explosive release at the same time.
Spent, he pulled out of her, and fell back against the pillows. He covered his eyes with his arm, breathing heavy.
Her muscles protesting and feeling like jelly, she crawled up beside him and laid her head on the pillow.
Lucian reached down, grabbed her hand and dragged it over on his chest, and held it right over his raging heart.
In moments, they were both asleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
The second time Molly woke that morning she reached over to find the bed empty. Stretching, she winced, feeling a slight soreness between her thighs and blushed remembering the cause. She heard the sound of spattering water and assumed Lucian was taking a shower. Smiling, she pulled the covers back and opened her eyes, thinking to surprise him and climb in with him like he did to her the previous day. But when she opened her eyes, she saw it was a gray overcast day and rain was pelting the windows.
Turning, she saw that the bathroom door was ajar. A sickening feeling twisted in her gut but she chose to ignore it and climbed from bed. Walking over to the bathroom, she removed her robe and pushed open the door but Lucian wasn’t in the shower like she had thought. The shower was empty and so was the bathroom. She frowned, chewing on her lip as the feeling of anxiety increased. Surely, he didn’t leave, she thought. “He would have told me, right?”
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