Molly lost any shred of self-control she’d ever managed to pull around herself. She launched herself at Colin, and he caught her. His mouth was as hot as his words, as hot as his voice had been.
The kiss was everything she’d ever missed when she was alone on a ship full of people being together with the ones they loved the most. The kiss was fever and intensity and light and the swooping feeling of dropping off a cliff, only to be raised up again.
The kiss was flight.
And if she didn’t fly into a place where she could drop some of these clothes, she would burst into flame, self-immolating cliffside on Colin’s back porch. She managed to pull away from the kiss long enough to say, “You have a reputation to think of, don’t you?”
His eyes were dark, and he blinked in confusion. “What?”
“I’m sure there’s some local or state law against having a naked woman on your lawn?”
“Yeah. Yeah, there sure is.” He grinned.
“But you wouldn’t get in trouble if we were inside, say.”
“Nope.”
“So it would actually be the right thing to do if you led me inside. Like, to your bed.”
Colin gulped so audibly she couldn’t help giggling.
“Yeah.” He took her hand and turned, speaking over his shoulder. “I could maybe do that. Lead you, I mean.”
She followed him. “In a pitying way, I hope.”
“I’ve got nothing but pity for you, babe.”
Molly grinned and found the steps didn’t hurt at all, going back into the house. Her knee seemed to have spontaneously healed itself, maybe from the heat that flooded from the middle of her body and radiated from all directions. “I hope it’s good pity. And by that I mean hard. And big.”
He stopped in his tracks so quickly she ran into him.
And he was on her then, still in the kitchen. He stripped her, making short work of her sweaters. He unclasped her bra expertly with one hand and threw it into the living room, never lifting his mouth from hers. Molly worked to catch her breath. She’d apparently dropped it outside, along with any propriety she might have had left.
“Holy crap,” he said against her lips. “Holy damn.” He stepped away to look at her, and Molly shivered under his gaze. Naked from the waist up, she straightened. Her nipples tightened into buds, and his eyes darkened again.
“You’re goddamn beautiful,” he said.
“You haven’t even seen the important half yet.”
Colin was so startled he just blinked. Then he gave a whoop of laughter and pulled his shirt over his head with one hand. “Let’s fix that.”
“My hero,” Molly said, grinning. She stepped out of her shoes, and he undid the buttons of her jeans, helping her shimmy out of them.
Then Molly was in the middle of his kitchen wearing nothing but a scrap of black lace underwear.
“It’s kind of cold in here.” Molly stretched her arms overhead and enjoyed every second of watching Colin’s eyes widen. “Isn’t there somewhere a little warmer we could go?”
“Oh, yeah. This way, gorgeous.”
And something in his voice, the way the word “gorgeous” rolled out of his mouth, erased the last little shred of doubt Molly held about his intentions.
He led the way, and she followed, close on his heels.
He flipped on the lamp next to the bed. The bed was huge, covered in a dark-blue coverlet. A low bookcase ran along one wall, and the other wall was mostly glass. Molly had a sudden urge to cover herself. And to be a good guest. “The ocean view must be amazing in the mornings,” she said politely.
“It’s pretty fucking amazing right now.”
She felt something like joy burbling up inside her. “That’s just pity again, I know it.”
He moved Asiago from her place on the bed and quickly put her in the hallway. “Sorry, buddy. I’ll make it up to you.”
Then Colin stood in front of Molly and took her hand. He placed it on the front of his jeans. “Is this pity?”
“That is –” Molly lost her breath again. “That is not pitiful. No, it is not.”
He backed her up until her knees hit the side of his bed.
She sat. “Maybe I can help you with this problem.”
“It’s a big problem.” Colin’s voice was deeper now.
“I can see that.” She took a moment to trail her fingers over his stomach, feeling the muscles at his sides and how they flexed as she touched them lightly. So lightly.
She heard his breath hitch in his chest as she reached for his belt buckle. As she undid it and then reached for his fly, he stepped out of his boots.
She unbuttoned him. Nothing but black briefs in the way. Molly felt his hardness through the fabric, feeling the girth of him.
“I’m impressed.”
“Oh.” Colin sounded strangled. “Good to know. It’s still pity, you know.”
“I see that. A very wide piece of pity.”
“Mmm.”
“Pity I’d like to taste.”
“Jesus, woman.” He shucked his jeans, underwear and socks, and covered her body with his in one fluid motion. He was on top of her, his mouth on hers again, hot as sin and twice as convincing.
She felt his hardness against her stomach and shimmied against him. “I’m not naked yet.”
“I know.” He tugged on the elastic of her panties, then gave a low growl and kissed her harder.
Against his lips, Molly said, “That’s not fair.”
“I’ll show you fair.”
Colin moved down her body, leaving his weight on her, trailing his lips along her neck to her collarbone. His hand went to her hip, pulling her up sharply against his heat, before he found his way to her breasts. He kissed her nipple, sucking on it, sending a searing heat straight to her clit. Keeping his mouth where it was, he caressed her other breast, rolling its bud between his fingertips as his mouth continued to wreak its havoc. Then he switched his attention, his mouth and fingers trading places, and Molly bucked her hips against him in a blatant attempt to get him to hurry.
But he seemed to have found all the time in the world. “Stand down, woman. Give me a minute here.” He nipped at her breast, and Molly gave a small cry.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
Molly whispered, “There’s that pity again.” She arched her back as he trailed his mouth lower.
“Damn straight. I’m feeling so sorry for you.” His fingers touched her heated vee, one finger moving the fabric to the side. “So sorry. Let me show you how sorry I am.” His mouth followed his finger, and she felt his breath against her clit through the fabric that was still in the way.
He stroked her slickness, moving his mouth over her panties, breathing against her. She bucked against his hand, and he pushed her down. “Hey, now, wildcat. Let me have my fun here.”
“Off,” she managed. “Take them off.”
“But they’re so pretty.” He raised his head and ran his fingers along the lace pattern, dipping his fingers in on the sides, touching her wetness and then retreating again before she got what she wanted, what she needed. “I just want to play with you for a while.”
“Because you feel sorry for me.”
“Exactly. I’m feeling incredibly sorry for you right now.”
Molly’s stomach flipped with nerves. “Because why?”
“Because I think you’re going to get fucked.”
Her voice was just a breath, all she had left. “Oh, yeah? How?”
“How am I going to fuck you? I haven’t decided yet.” Colin straightened and pressed his weight against her again. He pinned her down and put his mouth next to her ear. “Standing up is nice, but we’re already lying down. So I might fuck you like this. Good old missionary. Your legs pushed up around your ears.”
She felt his cock bulge against her pussy, protected only by the thin black fabric. She pressed back, tilting her pelvis so that he choked, groaning against her ear. “You don’t mind if I make noise?”
Colin thrust himself forward, sounding like he agreed. “Jesus, Molly. What are you doing to me?”
“Do you – please tell me you have a condom.”
He reached sideways into the nightstand drawer. He ripped off the wrapper and rolled the condom on. Molly tried to help but found that her fine motor skills seemed to be affected by the nerves shooting through her body.
When it was on, Colin moved to lie on his side. His hand cupped her cheek. “Are you sure? Because we can still stop.”
“Very polite of you to ask.” Molly kissed him, hard. He tasted of salt and heat. Then she put both hands against his chest and rolled him onto his back on the enormous bed. In a motion that felt practically acrobatic, she slung off the panties at the same time as she straddled him. “But I don’t feel like stopping. Even out of pity, you big brute.”
She took him into herself, fully, in one long stroke.
Colin gave a shout and grabbed for her hips, pulling her deeper. Molly took a breath and dropped her forehead to his chest. “Just let me feel you for a second,” she said. “Please.”
He stilled, and she could feel his cock getting even bigger – hotter – inside her. “Molly,” he said, the word sounding tight.
She lifted her head and met his gaze.
His eyes were black heat, and he searched her face. What was he looking for? Was he checking to see if she was okay?
Because she was better than okay. She felt like she could have flown if she’d wanted to, but she didn’t want to – she just wanted this. Him inside her.
“You’re incredible. I want to just look at you for the next ten years, is that okay?”
Was it okay? Hell, yes. It was okay.
She moved.
Slowly at first. Her hips rocked slightly, and she pushed him deeper inside her.
Then she rocked a little higher. His hands stayed on her hips, but he let her set the rhythm. She was so wet, so slick, and he was so hard – she felt powerful and gorgeous, and most of all, strong. Colin bit his lower lip, and sweat beaded at his hairline. His gaze intensified as his eyes narrowed, still focused on her, only on her. He was trying so hard to control himself, she could tell, and that made it hotter and sweeter.
More now, more. She moved faster, pulling off him until she was right to the very edge of him, and then she slammed her hips forward, taking him again in one hard plunge. Colin’s hips lifted, rocking with her every move. She was in charge of the pace, but he met each thrust with force, and she knew she couldn’t take much more of him – he was deeper in her than any man had ever been, and she’d never felt this before – that with every thrust he pushed more air out of her lungs, and what if she died of having no breath by the end, and she didn’t care – she didn’t want anything in the whole world except this man, under her, inside her, so far inside that she didn’t know where she ended and he began. The orgasm curled inside her body, and pushing her clit against his pubic bone, hard and then harder, stroking herself more with every thrust, her pussy tightened until she wondered in an abstract way if she could actually hurt him by being too tight, and then everything that had been tight inside her exploded, and she came with a roar that she didn’t recognize as her own until she realized his voice had joined hers and they were both coming, both bursting into flame together, which made the fire blaze higher and she couldn’t breathe until he kissed her and then she could pull oxygen again from the air instead of where she’d been getting it – from him, from him, from Colin.
She fell forward, pressing her face into the space between his neck and the pillow, inhaling their commingled scent. Her heart was beating so fast she was surprised it didn’t just stop in protest.
Jesus.
What had this guy done to her?
Colin’s arms tightened around her, and she rose with him as his chest lifted with each breath.
She closed her eyes, squinching them hard, trying to remember who she was when she had clothes on, when she wasn’t in this man’s arms, when she didn’t feel as amazing as she did right now.
Molly felt invincible. She was stronger, braver, better than she’d ever been, and his arms around her made her even more indomitable. Strength tingled in her fingertips, running through her veins like a river.
She lifted her face and grinned at him. “Now, that was a pity fuck.”