“Please don’t be scared. I’m not crazy.” He ran a hand through his short hair. “It’s like...I’m clear-minded for the first time in months. I’m myself again. I know what I’m doing, and I can see everything with fresh eyes.”
He took my hands in his. “I want you. I need you. I was in love with you from the first second I saw you, Molly, and I–”
“I love you too,” I whispered.
His sharp exhale and the pure relief in his eyes spoke volumes. “Okay then, we’re both crazy,” he said gently. “It’s not normal to fall in love this fast.”
“Fine. We’re not normal,” I said, nuzzling his cheek. “Just let me love you, and snuggle you.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
* James *
Holding Molly calmed me right down. She was obviously delighted that I told her I loved her, and I was thrilled if surprised that she said it back immediately. Our brand new relationship seemed like it was on solid ground now.
I loved the way Molly’s hand slipped under the sleeve of my t-shirt to touch my shoulder. This time she wasn’t searching out the injury, she just wanted more of our skin together.
“Baby, I love the way you touch me,” I said softly. “It’s been a really rough weekend for both of us, I think.”
“Yes, but I think everything is better now,” she said. “Do you want me to go dish up dinner?”
She was making absolutely no motion to move, and I didn’t want to let her go. “Molly, I know I stressed you out terribly, and I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it better? Maybe give you a back rub?”
She sat back a bit, looking into my eyes for several moments. Normally this much eye contact would make me cringe, but it was as if she was searching for something. No matter what it was, I wanted to give it to her.
“There’s something I’ve always been curious about,” she said slowly. “And since I love every way you touch me, maybe you could help me.”
For a second, I didn’t know what she was talking about. Then it suddenly hit me that I might know what she meant, but wasn’t sure.
“I’d like a full tour of your house later,” she said. “But right now, why don’t you take me to your bedroom?”
“Anything you like, gorgeous.” I led her up the stairs to the king-sized bed in my simple blue and gray bedroom.
There were so many things that seemed incredibly important about this moment, as she pulled my t-shirt off with a sassy smile. Molly was the first woman I’ve ever had in this bedroom. It was obvious that I was the first man she’d ever been with.
Our hands worked together to slide off her dress and bra, then she twirled, looking up at me in her cute pink underwear. She was staring at me as if I were the center of her universe, and I hoped that she saw the same message in my eyes.
I slipped off my jeans and socks, taking her hand as we sat on the edge of the bed. I loved the way she slid into my lap, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
Tipping her back, I pulled one of her rosy pink nipples into my mouth. “So sweet and fresh,” I mumbled with my mouth full. Her soft moan thickened my erection, digging it into her hip.
She brought one hand back to slide across my chest. “You’re so big,” she whispered. “Masculine. Huge. I always thought I’d be afraid of a guy like you but you’re so sexy.”
I had to admit, hearing that raised my battered ego a thousand percent.
“You’re absolutely beautiful,” I whispered, switching to the other breast, massaging her sensitive skin. “Am I allowed to snuggle every single inch of you?”
“Actually,” she said, biting her lip for a second as she paused. “Remember last week when I… when we…did one of your fantasies?”
“Yes, baby,” I said, sitting her up straight to cup her face in my palm. “Anything you want, it’s your turn.”
She nodded, then stood up, slipping off her panties and laying back in the center of the bed. Molly looked at me with a little smile, crooking her finger for me to come closer.
I slipped off my shorts and laid beside her, running my hands all over her pale skin. “Are you saying that you want me to touch you somewhere you’ve never been touched before?” I asked.
She nodded.