As they hurried from the tractor barn back to the house, Ben still wasn’t clear on whether Molly wanted to have sex with him or not. She hadn’t specifically said she would, but her kiss certainly tasted like yes.
Yet he should probably give her a little more information before they took that step. Her dreams had to include a family of her own, but all he could share would be this brief time with her. Then he’d bow out of her life.
She didn’t realize that, and he should be straight with her before anything happened between them. Someday she’d settle down with a man who wanted a family, but in the meantime, here they were, crazy for each other. If she was willing to share her warmth for a long weekend, he’d take it.
On the porch they quietly brushed off the snow that clung to their jackets. The porch stretched the length of the house, and according to Jack, rockers lined it during the summer. If Ben came back this summer for Calamity Sam, he’d make a point to enjoy some time in a rocker and take in the view of the Tetons.
Molly wouldn’t be here, though. A tug at his heart told him that he’d miss her cheerful presence. He’d have to get over that, because she was most definitely not for him, not for the long haul, anyway.
But now, as he carefully opened the door hung with a giant pine wreath, he thought maybe she could be his for a little while. While they wordlessly removed their boots and set them on a mat by the front door, he thought about what he wanted to say to her. He didn’t relish giving a full explanation, but he had to tell her this wasn’t a lead-in to something more.
That was assuming she would consider sharing his bed. As they climbed the stairs to the second floor, he unbuttoned his coat. Then he grabbed her by the hand before she could start back to her room. “Molly.”
She turned toward him, her eyes bright and her skin flushed.
“You know I want you.”
“Yes.” She swallowed. “And I—”
“There’s something you need to know about me.” He took a deep breath. “Saying this might seem weird, except… you’re so into family, and I’m… not.”
Her expression grew thoughtful. “Okay.”
“I never plan to have kids. I’m not even sure if I’ll ever get married.” He wondered if she’d laugh and say the topic was premature. Or maybe she’d ask him why he felt that way.
Instead, her gaze softened. “Thank you for telling me.”
“Seemed like the right thing.” And he’d probably ruined his chances, but at least he’d be able to live with himself. “I guess that’s that, then.” But he didn’t let go of her hand, just in case he hadn’t blown it with her.
A smile touched the corners of her mouth. “Giving up?”
His heart kicked into high gear. “I thought maybe, under the circumstances, you’d rather—”
“You thought wrong.”
“Thank God.” Watching the glow of anticipation return to her eyes made his body hum.
“But first I should probably…” She gestured toward her bedroom.
“You don’t need anything. Come with me.” He wasn’t about to lose momentum now. He tugged her down the hallway. “First stop, the bathroom.”
She started laughing.
“Hey, you know where they are. I could waste precious time looking for them.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
He’d never been with a woman whose vocabulary included incorrigible. He liked it more than he would have believed. He hadn’t realized that smart women turned him on. Maybe before this episode ended, he’d make love to her while she wore the glasses she loved so much.
She located the box of condoms and lobbed them in his direction. “Don’t say I never did anything for you.”
He caught them in one hand. “I’d never say that, not in a million years.” Taking her by the hand again, he led her into the bedroom and nudged the door closed with one foot.
Reluctant to break the magical connection between them, he tossed the box of condoms on the nearest nightstand. Coordination came in handy sometimes. Then he sent his hat sailing toward the bedpost and was gratified when he scored a ringer.
“Impressive.”
“That’s nothing.” Pulling her into his arms, he plucked off her knit cap. Her hair was another glorious thing about her, and he combed his fingers through it, marveling at the many shades of color caught in the lamplight. “Cowboys are known for their agility. I can have you naked in ten seconds flat.”
Her green eyes flashed. “Only if I cooperate.”
“Please cooperate.” He unwound the red scarf and dropped it to the floor. “I’m a desperate man.”
“In that case…” She unzipped her parka and shrugged out of it. “I wouldn’t want to be responsible for causing undue stress.”
“Now I’m a grateful man.” He got a firm grip on the hem of her sweater and tugged it over her head. He’d expected a utilitarian bra underneath. Instead she wore a lacy black number that made him catch his breath.
She stepped back with a coy smile. “When a girl doesn’t have much to show off, she goes for the prettiest underwear she can find. Allow me.” She reached behind her back.
The action thrust her pert breasts forward, and his mouth went dry. Then she unfastened the clasp and slowly drew the wisp of black lace away from the sweetest breasts he’d ever seen. He reached out.
“Not yet.” She backed away another step. “You’re falling behind.”
He’d been so eager to get her out of her clothes that he’d lost track of the fact he still wore everything but his hat. He tossed the scarf aside and took off his sheepskin jacket.
“Give it here.”
“You want my jacket?”
“I’ve always wondered what sheepskin would feel like on my bare skin.” She draped his jacket over her shoulders and wrapped it around her. “Nice.” Turning her cheek, she rubbed it against the soft collar. “Smells like you.”
Transfixed by the sight of her stroking her cheek with his jacket lining, he stood motionless in the middle of the room.
“You’re still behind, cowboy.”
And so he was. He unfastened the cuffs of his Western shirt and the snaps down the front popped in rapid succession as he wrenched it open. In no time he’d dropped it to the floor. “Better?”
Her gaze moved from his face to his chest and the heat in those green eyes told him all he needed to know. This would be quite an evening. He’d closed the door, but now he wondered if he should stuff a towel under it to further soundproof the room.
At least Sarah and Pete slept downstairs at the opposite end of the house. He hoped that created enough distance to muffle what could become a noisy interlude.
“Now you’re the one who’s behind.” His voice sounded rusty. “You’re wearing my jacket.”
“I like it.”
His first impulse was to tell her she could have it, but that would be stupid for many reasons, most of them centering on the impermanence of this arrangement. “I’m glad. Now drop it.”
She allowed the jacket to slide from her shoulders onto the floor. It was one of the most seductive maneuvers he’d ever seen. Once it was gone, she shoved her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, thrust her breasts forward and lifted her chin. “Now what?”
He lost it. With a groan of pure lust, he eliminated the distance between them and cupped her breasts in both hands. Then he leaned down and kissed her hard. She kissed him right back, rising on her toes and gripping his shoulders for balance.
Her breasts felt perfect in his hands and her throaty moans told him how much she loved having him touch her there. He stroked her silken skin and his cock thickened. Beneath his palms, her nipples hardened in arousal. He pinched them lightly and she moaned again, louder this time.
Wrenching her mouth from his and struggling for breath, she gazed up at him. Her words came out in a rush. “Take me to bed, now. Please.”
He didn’t have to be asked twice. Sliding his hands under her firm bottom, he lifted her up. She was light as a sunbeam and twice as warm. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he felt the heat coming from her core, and the crotch of her jeans was damp. Hallelujah.
Carrying her to the bed, he set her on the edge of the mattress so he could pull off her jeans and panties. She was so finely made, so delicate. As he caressed each new treasure he uncovered, he also found out just how hot and wet she was, how breathless with desire.
He dropped to his knees, eager to give pleasure to a woman who was so ready for it.
“Not now.” She cradled his head in both hands, her fingers gripping him tight, her gaze intense. “I ache, Ben. I’ve never ached like this. I need you inside me.”
So he stood and backed away as she stretched out on the comforter. He hadn’t bothered to pull it down. There was no need. The room was warm and about to get a whole lot warmer.
She turned her head to watch as he stripped off the rest of his clothes and freed his aching cock. Her eyes widened. “Oh, my.”
For the first time, he worried that he’d be too much for her. If he hurt her, even a little bit, he’d never forgive himself. His voice tight with lust, he sought to reassure her. “I’ll take it slow.”
She swallowed. “Okay.”
His blood pounded in his ears. “Don’t worry. You’ll be in charge.”
“Oh.” Her rapid breathing made her breasts tremble invitingly. “That’s good.” A tiny smile touched her kiss-reddened lips and a gleam lit her green eyes.
“I guess you like that idea. Big surprise.” His hands shook as he rolled on a condom. He didn’t need it for birth control, but he didn’t care to get into that discussion.
He didn’t care to get into any discussion. She craved relief and by God, so did he. Neither of them needed conversation. He’d never wanted a woman so much, which meant he had to watch himself or he’d take her with all the force of that wanting. She might be a tough little thing with a will of iron, but she was no match for him if he allowed his passion free rein.
He paused before putting a knee on the bed and took a shaky breath. “Scoot over,” he said softly. “So I can lie on my back. That’s how we’ll do this.”
She followed his directions and propped her chin on her fist to watch him as he settled down beside her. “So I’m in charge?”
“Completely.”
She looked him up and down, and her gaze lingered on his cock, which projected upward with the rigidity of a sundial. “Oh, boy.”
That’s when he realized he was in for it. He hadn’t intended for this to be a test of his control, but now it likely would be. The other part of wanting her so much was that he felt as if he could come any minute. That would be bad on many levels.
She wasted no time scrambling to her knees and straddling his thighs. Then she sat there, her bare bottom warm against his skin as she contemplated him, her cheeks flushed. “I need you so much, but you are huge.”
He resisted the urge to grab her and lift her into position. With the entrance to nirvana so very close, yet so very far, his brain was on tilt. “You don’t have to take it all.” But how he hoped she could.
“I want to.” She wrapped her fingers around his latex-covered cock.
He shuddered. “Then… just try.” Dear God, please try, before I go out of my effing mind.
Slowly she rose on her knees and leaned over to flatten her hands on his chest. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders in waves of abandon. “Hold still.”
“Right.” His breathing roughened and he fisted his hands at his sides.
“Here goes nothing.” She closed her eyes in concentration while she shifted her hips. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, she pressed the blunt tip of his cock right where it needed to be for the next stage.
He swore under his breath as her slick heat taunted him almost beyond endurance.
“Mmm.” She looked into his eyes. “Ready?”
“Hell, yeah.”
She eased down a little and sucked in air.
“Too much?”
“Oh, no.” She moaned softly and took him slightly deeper. “This is… amazing. I thought it might be, and now… now…”
He didn’t dare speak. He was too busy going through his multiplication tables and naming the U.S. presidents while he fought off his climax. She picked up another inch of real estate and he started counting backward from a hundred by threes.
Although he’d been worried that he’d be too big for her, he hadn’t contemplated the flipside of that. He hadn’t considered that her tight sheath would intensify the friction for him, too. He was thinking about it now as she continued her slow downward journey and he forgot how to breathe.
She also wasn’t quiet about her plan to take all he had to give. She heralded each bit of progress with heartfelt moans and blissful sighs, which made it even tougher for him to stay in control. Then her core muscles clenched.
He drew in a sharp breath and glared at her. “Don’t.”
“I can’t… help it.” Her eyes were dark with excitement. “Nothing has ever felt…” She gasped as she settled further down. “Like this.”
He lifted his head to gauge her progress. That was a mistake. The visual of his cock almost completely buried except for a mere inch sent a spasm through him. He groaned and fought against coming.
“I’m going for it.” Taking a ragged breath, she moved the rest of the way and erupted, her climax rolling over his cock as her wild cries filled the room.
That wiped out his last ounce of control and he arched upward, claiming whatever fraction remained with a deep bellow of satisfaction as he came. Yes, oh, yes! Her tight channel clenched as he withdrew and thrust again. Pleasure pulsed through him in a dizzying spiral that left him gulping for air.
He couldn’t say how long the moment lasted. He lost all track of time as he lay immersed in the incredible sensation of coming inside Molly Gallagher. When she slid down to rest her cheek on his damp chest, he finally allowed himself to hold her.
Until then he’d been true to his promise that she was in charge, but now he felt safe wrapping her in his arms. She relaxed against him, and her weight was no more than that of a pillow. The top of her head only reached his chin and her waist wasn’t much bigger than his thigh. Yet she’d taken his cock deep into her body and treated it to the best time of its life.
“I loved that,” she murmured.
“Me, too.”
“Next time you can be in charge.”
He smiled and combed her tousled hair with his fingers. “So you want to do this again?”
She laughed softly. “I do. And now that I know we fit, I’ll let you direct the action.”
Normally he required some recovery time. Apparently not with this woman. All she had to do was say she wanted more, and his body was willing to give her what she wanted.