“Are you absolutely sure?”
Her blue eyes were so expressive. “I love you,” she said simply, flashing me a smile that made some of the chunks of my broken heart snap back together.
My hand was already stroking her softest skin, teasing her tiny inner lips with a fingertip. Jesus – she was drenched. She must have been thinking about this for some time.
“I’m on the pill,” she said quickly.
“Thank goodness,” I chuckled. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“I thought all guys kept them around?”
I shrugged. “It hasn’t occurred to me for a long time that I might need them.” She seemed touched that I hadn’t been with anyone in ages.
Molly was so soft and delicate in my arms, every luscious curve beginning to wriggle as my finger slipped inside her, my thumb finding her clit as I began to gently swirl around it. She gasped, her head falling back.
“I’ve never seen a woman as sexy as you,” I whispered, watching her begin to tremble. “Do you know what it does to me, knowing that you’re mine?”
Her blinking was slowing down, her hands clutching at me desperately as I realized she was close already. Somehow, my confidence grew, knowing that I was arousing her this much from a few simple touches. The pa
d of my thumb began to circle faster, my finger delving inside her as she moaned.
I kissed her, even though she was breathing heavily, her lips open as her body began to twist. “That’s it, gorgeous, let me see you come.”
Her entire lower body began to rock steadily against my hand. Her sharp gasps against my mouth were so sweet, as her entire body tightened, twitching up against me as she climaxed.
“You’re so sexy, Molly,” I said, caressing her gently through the last little pulses.
She stared up at me in wonder. “I’ve never come that fast,” she gasped. “Look what you do to me.”
“Well, that was fun, we should probably go have dinner,” I started, but she yanked my lips to hers.
“Don’t you dare tease me,” she practically whined. Those big blue eyes had me completely enchanted as she reached down to stroke my almost painfully hard erection.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Last week when Molly kissed me on the dance floor of the wedding, I felt hope coursing through me for the first time in ages. When she gave me the notebooks, and a note begging me to try, I felt a wave of happiness that she believed in me enough to push me to try harder.
Now that she was trusting me with this precious moment, a rush of gratitude flooded me. I felt drenched in my love for her. Cleansed . Reborn.
I hesitated for a few seconds, wondering if she had truly thought it through. I was sure that she had. Molly seemed to analyze everything.
“I’ve waited this long, don’t make me wait any more,” she said softly, pulling me on top of her.
She hadn’t said a word about my leg, not seeming to care as she squirmed her hips, pulling me against her. Her eyes burned with desire, as she clearly saw me in this moment as a lusty man, not a broken one.
Taking my length from her hand, I gave it a few strokes, angling down to glide gently through her silky folds. “I love you so much, baby,’” I said gently, carefully moving against her slowly, barely beginning to open her skin for me.
“I love you, James,” she said, her eyes slightly glassy. “I’ve waited years to find you. Don’t make me wait any more.”
Capturing her lips, I made sure that as much of our skin was connecting as possible as I realized I was about to make her truly mine.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
* Molly *
I’d thought about this moment so many times over the years, and now that it was here, it didn’t feel clear. Everything was soft, as if in a dream.