I’d never said anything like that to a woman in my life
and wasn’t sure where those words even came from. Her choked little moan caught me by surprise. She obviously loved it.
“Is that what you need, Molly? A big man who will take hold of you, and make you feel good?”
“Yes,” she barely breathed.
“You need a man who is so crazy for you that he can’t control himself?”
“Yes.”
I pulled my hand around to the front, her body blocked by mine as I slid my hand under her breast, gliding over the silk as she whimpered against me.
“I need to hear you squeal, Molly. You take such good care of everyone but I think someone should take care of you. I want to be the one to make you shiver and moan. I want to make you explode, baby. Is that what you want?”
“Ye–” I cut off her little gasp with a kiss so deep and wet that I prayed nobody saw us. For one blissful minute, we were the only people in the room, my tongue dancing in her mouth, my hands all over her body, as all anyone else saw was the back of my suit as I held her.
Slowly releasing her, I kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re a bad little girl, aren’t you?”
Molly nodded. “I didn’t even know.”
Smoothing her dress into place, we realized that the song had changed. She gave me another kiss, then smiled, taking my hand. “My feet are getting a bit tired in these heels, so let’s go be lazy for half an hour, then we should probably go.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
We lounged at our table for a while longer. Once Molly’s parents had left, we said a quick round of goodbyes. By the time we were walking out of the hall, my back teeth were grinding together from trying to walk on my bad leg.
Molly squeezed my hand. “You’ve overdone it today,” she said sadly. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” I said quickly. “It’s my stupid pride for not wanting to meet your family while leaning on a cane.”
There was no way I could tell her that most of the pain was centered in that little sore spot she found during the massage.
As I drove her home, we chatted about the best points of the wedding. The short, entertaining ceremony was definitely a plus. The food was incredible, and we enjoyed some great conversations with some of her old family friends.
“I really enjoyed the dancing,” she said softly, giving me a sideways glance as I found a parking spot in front of her building.
“So did I.” I turned off the engine then shifted to face her. “May I walk you to your door to make sure you’re not eaten by wolves?”
She paused, then raised an eyebrow. “Yes, on two conditions.”
“I’ll use my cane,” I said.
“Good. The other one is…” Her fingers were twisting around the handle of her purse again. “Maybe you’d like to come in for a drink?”
I was opening her car door in seconds, grabbing my stupid cane from the back seat. We walked into an old fashioned house that had been painted a strange acidic blue, with light gray shutters and a bright purple front door.
“My apartment is on the second floor. I think a lot of students have lived here over the years, so it’s a bit weird,” she laughed as she saw me staring. I let her go ahead of me up the stairs, partly so that she could unlock the door first, and also so that I could watch her curvy behind swaying in front of me.
As soon as we were inside, we slid off our shoes, both sighing in relief. It was so nice to have someone to laugh with again. That was one of the biggest things that I missed about…I shook my head, forcing the thought out of my mind.
Molly led me to her couch, and I sat down, laughing again as she stretched my left leg out across the cushions, tucking a small pillow under my knee.
“I know I’m being pushy,” she said, holding up her hands, “But you’ve been so sweet to me, and I just have to feel like I’m taking care of you as well.”
“I’ll let you get away with it this time,” I said, pretending to be stern, “but only because you’re so beautiful that you’re distracting me.”
She giggled as she went to the kitchen, pouring us each a shot of honey whiskey over a single ice cube while I slipped off my jacket and tie.