by Haley Travis
I was already in love with her.
It has nothing to do with the way she was touching me so gently. It was the way she saw that I was uncomfortable, and was already trying to find a way to put me at ease. Her caring had no limits.
“Are you saying that you want me to tell you exactly what to do, Molly?”
She nodded slowly, her cute grin making my heart race. Reaching over her, I unbuttoned the last bit of my shirt, pulling it open.
“Damn,” she muttered, moving her hand from my shaft to run it all the way up my chest, tracing along the planes of muscle. “And to think I avoided male clients because I was terrified to touch them,” she giggled.
“Molly, am I the first man you’ve ever touched?”
She nodded slowly.
My hand slid up her skirt to cup her round ass, giving a little squeeze. “Am I the first man who’s ever touched you?”
She nodded. “Except for instructors needing a demo body when teaching anatomy at school, or when students had to practice massage techniques on each other.”
Her hand slid down to grip my length again, stroking lightly along the surface as it throbbed beneath her touch.
“I’ve certainly never had a professional give me a massage like this,” I chuckled.
Her little grin made her eyes sparkle. “So you’re going to have to teach me.”
“I think you already have a pretty good technique,” I said slowly, already feeling the pressure building. “If you move just a little harder and faster, things are going to get interesting very quickly.”
Although she was obviously a bit shy, Molly’s sense of adventure made her curiosity overtake her. “Like this?” she asked, gripping my shaft more firmly as she increased her pace.
“That’s it,” I rasped, pulling her lips to mine as I kissed her deeply.
It felt so good, her gentle touch was so sweet. Her excitement from touching me this way was adorable.
My flesh was throbbing in her hand, right at the edge, when she pulled her lips from mine. Quickly moving down, she wrapped her sweet, soft mouth around the head, stroking the rest of my cock as she sucked me hard and deep.
Heaven. Pure, sweet heaven. I’d never felt anything like it.
“Molly,” I choked as my entire body twitched, instantly coming hard straight down her throat.
“Mmm,” she murmured happily, swallowing every drop while she continued to massage me lightly, looking up to see the astonished expression on my face.
Running her tongue around the tip one more time, she sat up. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said with her perfect sweet and saucy smile, swigging the last sip of whiskey. “I’ve sort of always wanted to try that.”
I felt like a weight had been lifted from my soul.
Pulling her against me, I kissed her almost roughly, my hands sliding everywhere under her dress, trying to explore her soft skin.
Her soft moan into my mouth made me need to hear other little noises. “You said you wanted me to stay the night?” I whispered.
“Yes. Please.”
“If you expect me to hold you all night, I expect one little thing in return.”
Her nose twitched as she grinned. “Yes?”
“I’ll show you, but I’ll need you to be naked, on your back, on your bed.”
To my absolute delight, she nodded eagerly, and I didn’t even mind that she took my arm to help me get up and walk to her bedroom.
CHAPTER EIGHT
* Molly *
Although I felt a few twinges of nerves taking a man to my bed for the first time, there was so much more than that. I felt electrified. Satisfying James had also satisfied something I hadn’t even realized I’d been missing.
It wasn’t just the unbelievably visceral sensation of our bodies constantly touching. Making him feel good made me feel absolutely amazing.
As I opened my bedroom door and led us inside, I realized that it was likely my turn, and my arousal was already through the roof. From his dirty talk on the dance floor to our sensual, steamy kisses, everything about James made me feel sexy.
As we stood at the foot of my bed, I pushed his shirt down his shoulders, helping him take it off.
“I said that I needed you naked, not me.” His deep voice made my insides twitch.
Grabbing me with his huge hands, he turned me away, slowly unzipping the back of my dress. I felt his fingers sweep the fabric over my shoulder, his lips trailing kisses down my spine.
“Molly,” he said gently, unhooking my bra, then turning me around to face him. “I’m going to be so gentle with you, baby. But I also need to hear you scream.”
My breath felt like it was rattling, as my pulse started racing off-kilter.
Sliding my dress and bra off at the same time, James inhaled sharply. “That’s what I wanted to see from the first time I saw you in your little doctor’s coat.”
He arched me back, bringing my breast to his mouth, sucking around my nipple while I squirmed in his arms. Then I realized we were still standing, and he really needed to be off his bad leg.
“Why don’t you lie on the bed, and I’ll join you?” I asked.
He answered by kissing all the way up my throat until he met my lips, sending sparks through every part of me.
“If anyone else babied me as much as you do, they’d hear a few nasty four-letter words,” he smiled. “But somehow, you can get away with everything.”
“Maybe I’m just special,” I giggled, as he settled across the bed, wearing only his unzipped pants.
Taking my hand, he led me around so that I was standing beside him, then reached out to pull down my panties, leaving me naked.
“Maybe it’s because I’m falling so hard for you that I’m under some kind of spell,” he said softly, staring at every inch of my naked skin.
Instead of feeling embarrassed, I felt energized. Sexy. It was obvious how much he wanted me, and I truly wanted to please him.
“Since you want me to lie down, you’re going to have to serve me,” he said darkly. “There’s something I’ve always fantasized about. Come here.”
I thought I was already being incredibly open with him, but as he grabbed my waist, guiding me to straddle him so that my knees were on either side of his head, I felt myself opening in a very different way.
“You’re so beautiful, Molly,” he growled softly. “Let me taste you.”
“Oh, okay,” “I whispered, taking hold of the headboard to keep my balance as he spread my knees farther apart.
His hands ran up the insides of my thighs, as I tried to quiet my ragged breathing. I felt strangely vulnerable as his hands reached the top, his thumbs running along the outer curves of my sex.
“Relax, Molly,” James murmured. “I’ll be gentle. All you have to do is focus on feeling good, all right?”
“All right.” It was hard to keep my hips still, lust coursing through me as his thumbs spread me open.
I heard a long, low sigh, and looked down to meet his eyes. “This is the prettiest little pussy in the world, baby.”
His fingertips glided around my inner lips, making me quiver. James was so slow and deliberate with every movement that it somehow put me at ease.
“Spread your knees a little wider, baby.”
A strange, secret part of me loved that it wasn’t a request, it was a gentle command.
Moving my knees apart, I knew exactly where he wanted me. His thumb slid up and down, gliding through my entrance and bringing it up to my sensitive little button.
“I love that you’re so wet,” he murmured, then I squealed, gripping the headboard hard as his tongue began lapping against my skin.
His eyes were hazy, as if he really had been dreaming of this moment. “Delicious,” he groaned, his thumb dipping inside me just a little. “I’m not going to be able to talk, so I’m going to need you to do all of the work.”
“What do you mean?”
James grinned, his lips twisting up in the sexiest expression I�
�d ever seen. “You’re going to ride my tongue, sweet little baby. You’re going to use my mouth until I hear you scream. Ready?”
I gasped as his thumb pressed deeper, his hot tongue flattening against my clit as his other hand gripped my ass hard, rocking me against him. Then he released the pressure, allowing me to sway my hips at my own speed.
At first it felt strange, to be using him for my own pleasure. But after a moment, as the heavy waves of arousal began to take hold of me, I was helpless as my body took over completely.
His eyes were on fire as if his own satisfaction was rivaling mine.
My hips took over, my knees clenching against the bed as I rocked, pressing harder, moving faster as I chased my release. His thumb slipped deeper, filling me a bit more as the pressure built.
It was so wild and free and natural that my climax snuck up on me, striking me like a bolt of lightning. My scream echoed through the room as my fingernails dug into the wooden bed frame.
James looked up at me with an expression of absolute bliss. I moaned, rocking against him until the fit of pleasure finally released me.
“Wow,” I breathed, carefully untangling myself so that I could lie beside him.
“Thank you,” he said, as he pulled me so that I was lying partially on top of him. “That was the sexiest moment of my life, Molly.”
“Mine too,” I smiled up at him. “Have you really been fantasizing about that?”
“Yes, for years,” he chuckled. “I saw a photo of that ages ago, and just couldn’t get it out of my mind.”
Giggling, I had to pry. “Why that position in particular?”
“Because it forced you to take control,” he said seriously. “You were transformed into a goddess, reveling in her sexual energy. There’s something about a slightly shy girl letting her lusty side out. I can’t quite explain it. Just one of those things that rolls around in the back of a dirty man’s mind, I guess.”
He kissed my forehead, then got up just long enough to slip off his pants, tossing them on the dresser.
“I’m not making a move, I just want to be comfortable to sleep,” he said, leaving his shorts on.
I arranged the blankets so that he could slip in beside me, and we instantly melted against each other.
I had so many firsts tonight that my head was spinning. It was my first time having a date to a wedding who wasn’t simply a friend. My first dance that set my entire body on fire. My first deep, meaningful kiss, followed by so much more.
And now falling asleep in a man’s arms for the first time. It was a lot to take in, but absolutely everything was wonderful.
For the very first time, it felt like I could reach out and touch someone as much as I wanted. I could snuggle in his arms any time I needed warmth or comfort. If I wanted a hug, all I had to do was open my arms.
It was a strangely satisfying feeling, spreading across my body like some sort of magical blanket.
James had seemed so gruff in the beginning, but maybe he just needed a woman’s touch to sand the edges off. Maybe he needed to know that he wasn’t being judged on a slight limp, or his inability to run fast. There was so much more to this gorgeous, sexy man, and I couldn’t wait to know him from the inside out .
He’d mentioned that he was falling for me. Although I couldn’t quite put my feelings into words yet, I hoped that he could sense the message as my fingertips trailed over his heart before my hand became still against his chest.
He was definitely going to be my first, as soon as we’d spent just a little more time together. I could feel it. Knowing that the experience I’d been dreaming of was going to become a reality soon was like having the sweetest little secret in the back of my mind, but it wasn’t the only one.
I was already in love with this big, tough, stubborn man. And I could tell from the way he held me, his lips brushing the top of my hair, that he loved me too.
CHAPTER NINE
* James *
Molly’s warm breath against my chest was the most divine feeling in the world, but even something that sweet couldn’t stop the throbbing in my leg.
It hadn’t bothered me while we were asleep, but when my eyes automatically snapped open at seven am, I realized I really did need a bit of help.
Kissing her on the forehead, I slipped out of Molly’s grasp slowly, limping to the living room to dig in my jacket pocket. Popping a painkiller into my mouth, I found a glass in her kitchen for a bit of water.
I sat on the couch, digging out my phone to set an alarm to remind me to take another pill in three hours. There were a half dozen texts from work, which was unusual for a Sunday morning.
Scrolling through them quickly, I discovered that the deadline for the project I’d been working on for the past month had been moved from next week to this Thursday. Not only were we losing six days, but they had also made a few changes to the specifications.
It probably seemed minor to them, but it would involve completely re-checking every aspect of the mechanics.
“Hi.” I looked up to see Molly in the doorway, her long hair wild and messy, and her seductive curves clearly visible through a thin pink t-shirt and little shorts.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” I said.
She came to my side, curling up next to me on the couch. “You look a bit angry,” she said. “Is something wrong?”
I explained the changes in my project, and she stuck her lower lip out in a sexy pout. “Well, that just sounds lousy.”
Leaning over to kiss her, I moved her head so that we nodded together, making her laugh.
“It sucks, but Army men are used to that,” I said. “I don’t mind the work, but it means I won’t be able to see you until Friday.”
“I understand,” she said quickly. “I’d never want to get in the way of your work.”
“This doesn’t happen very often,” I said. “But the timing is terrible, since I had just started thinking about all of the places I wanted to take you to dinner this week.”
Her hand rested in the center of my chest, just over my heart. “That’s fine,” she said. “We have lots of time to go restaurant-exploring, right?”
Although I didn’t want to disturb her head from where it was nestled into my shoulder, I sat us up straight, turning to face her.
“Molly, I know this is fast, but it’s right.”
I paused, trying to sort out my scrambled thoughts without confessing anything upsetting.
“I was never good at expressing emotions, and a few things have happened that have made that even more impossible,” I said slowly. “So I want to be clear with you. Even when I’m grumpy, or distracted, or exhausted, I absolutely adore you. I’m going to try very hard to be a good boyfriend for you. Okay?”
Her smile quivered as she blinked quickly several times. Taking a breath, she whispered, “I have a lot of feelings for you, too.” Tangling my fingers into the back of her hair, I kissed her softly, deeply, until I heard her little purring moan.
“I know it’s just a few days, but I’m going to miss you terribly, baby,” I said. “I’m sorry I have to run.”
She rushed to bring me my pants, and I dressed in the living room. I could see that she was trying to save me every unnecessary step. I found that illogically annoying, but I knew that her heart was in the right place.
“I’ll text you when I can,” I said, holding her tightly. Kissing her softly, her sweet little mouth was so inviting that it was extra hard to leave.
She waved as I walked slowly down the stairs, trying not to let her see how much weight I was placing on the handrail.
As I got into my car and started to drive home, the morning sunlight hit my eyes. Then something else hit me. If I got closer to Molly, she was going to be near me when I was feeling happy, but also when I was feeling low.
What would happen if I had a nightmare when she was in my arms? What would happen if I needed to go down to the basement to manically punch the heavy bag while screaming? What would happen if she ever a
sked directly about the things I’ve been through?
The second I pulled into my driveway and hit park, I swallowed another painkiller. To get this project done on time, I’d have to tune everything else out.
Fortunately, that was something I was a solid expert in.
CHAPTER TEN
* Molly *
All week I felt a bit guilty, since James seemed so apologetic about not being able to see me.
