Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 139259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
I won’t.
Not now, at least.
After a few more passes of my tongue, I finally pull back, breaking the kiss.
Her lips are swollen, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
I can’t bring myself to look away.
Damn.
She’s beautiful like this—flushed, dazed, and completely in the moment.
I swallow hard before reaching my hand out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
It’s such a small gesture, but it feels bigger, and I’m not sure how to feel about it. “Are you okay?”
She nods.
My hand lingers on her back for another second. I should step back. I should say something clever, something that breaks the tension.
I grin and do just that. “Good to know.”
“What?”
I wink. “That Twinkies get you all hot and bothered.”
“Shut up.” Molly scoffs, but I know by the raspy pitch of her voice that she isn’t upset.
I lean forward, almost touching her lips again. “Make me.”
She does.
She kisses me again, tangling her fingers in my damp hair.
I don’t hesitate to kiss her back, tilting my head down to deepen it.
From there, I wrap my arms around her waist, bracketing her body to mine.
Lost in the moment, she doesn’t notice the storm, or how the wind howls, or how the entire building seems to shake around us. She only notices me, and that’s exactly what I want.
My hands roam. Hers do, too, wild and unrelenting. They pull my shirt up until her small hands connect with my skin.
When the kiss ends, I rest my forehead on hers.
“So,” I breathe out. “Am I still impossible?”
“Yes,” she murmurs, brushing her lips against mine again like she can’t get enough. “But I’m starting to see the appeal.”
I chuckle. “Good. Because I don’t think you’re done with me yet.”
I kiss down her jaw, trailing my lips against her skin.
Our breaths come fast and ragged in the dark store. I push her gently against the wall, hands roaming over her curves. Molly arches into me with a soft gasp.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispers, even as she tugs my shirt over my head.
“Probably not,” I agree, helping her shed her own top.
But we’re both too far gone to stop now. The fear and adrenaline have ignited something primal between us. My lips crash back onto hers as I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist.
I carry Molly down the darkened aisles, but it’s not easy. With each step I take, she trails hot kisses along my neck.
She’s driving me wild.
My body feels like it’s on fire.
“Wait,” she breathes, tickling my skin. “Do you have a condom?”
I groan. “Fuck, I don’t. Wait . . . maybe there’s one here.”
There better be one because I need this woman more than I need air to breathe.
I scan the shelves.
She must think I’m nuts, but I’m desperate. My cock is already straining painfully against my jeans.
“There.” She points at a small display of condoms.
“Thank fuck.”
She laughs at my outburst, which is fine by me, but she won’t be laughing once I’m inside her.
I grab a pack, trying and failing to tear it open with my teeth. Molly takes the foil packet and rips it open, then reaches down between us.
She fumbles with my belt buckle as I kiss along her collarbone.
Thunder booms outside, but we barely notice.
We’re both lost in the moment.
I hiss as she takes my cock in her hand and slowly rolls the condom on.
“Fuck, Molly,” I growl.
I press her against the nearest shelf and capture her lips in a searing kiss.
She moans into my mouth as I push her panties aside and slide a finger through her folds. She’s already so wet for me. I circle her clit with my thumb as I ease a finger inside her tight pussy.
“Hudson, please,” she whimpers. “I need you now.”
I carry her to the checkout counter, setting her on the edge.
I slide her jeans down her legs, trailing kisses in their wake.
Molly threads her fingers through my hair, guiding me where she wants me most.
I oblige.
When I finally push into her, we both groan at the sensation. I set a steady rhythm, gripping her hips. Molly meets me thrust for thrust, nails raking down my back.
“Harder,” she demands, making me chuckle.
I comply, driving into her at a punishing pace.
The rickety counter creaks beneath us, but neither of us care.
The only thing that matters is being inside her.
I thrust deeper into her, and a groan escapes both of our mouths.
Too good.
She feels too good.
She’s so fucking tight I can barely breathe.
Nothing in my life has ever felt like this.
If we die here tonight, at least I’ll die having found heaven.
Molly’s head falls back as she nears her peak. I kiss along the column of her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips.
We tumble over the edge together, crying out as waves of pleasure crash over us.
There’s nothing but bliss.
No storm. No danger. Just us.