Page 90 of Tangled Up In You

"I don't want you to lose that feeling, but with skinny-dipping, you go in and then you get out."

"You go first. I want to watch."

"You are bad, Adam," she said with a grin.

"You haven't seen anything yet."

"I want to see everything." She licked her lips. "Maybe we should go back to my apartment."

"No maybe about it," he said with a promising look.

She ran through the water, heading toward shore. He followed more slowly, not only because of his foot, but because he didn't think he'd seen anything more beautiful than her naked body leaving the water under a bright moon.

She was halfway dressed by the time he got out. It wasn't quite as magical to put his wet body back into his clothes, but he wasn't going to let the practical side of his brain grab hold. He was living in the moment, and he wasn't ready to get out of it.

They made their way to Molly's car. As soon as she was behind the wheel, she turned on the heater full blast. Then she gave him a questioning look. "Where do you want to go, Adam?"

He looked into her eyes. "Wherever you're going."

She drew in a breath. "I don't want you to regret any of this. I think you've had a lot to drink. That's why you went skinny-dipping in the lake—"

"It's not why I went," he denied, shaking his head. "I'm not drunk on alcohol. I'm drunk on you." He paused, wondering if she was having second thoughts. "But if you've changed your mind…"

"No, I haven't," she said quickly. "Do you need to call Drew?"

"He's nineteen years old. He doesn't care where I am, but I'll text him that I'll see him tomorrow." He pulled out his phone, sent the text, and then looked back at Molly. Her hands were gripping the wheel. "You sure you're okay with this?"

"Yes. I just don't usually have this long to think about it."

"This long? It's like a five-minute drive."

"I know. It probably seems incredibly fast to you."

"It seems slower than slow," he said. "I've been wanting to be with you since the first second you knocked me over."

"I don't remember our first meeting that way. You were annoyed."

"I was shaken, but also taken," he said with a smile.

She smiled. "You seem very different tonight, Adam."

"The lake woke me up." It wasn't actually the lake; it was her, but there were some things he'd keep to himself.

She parked behind the store, then got out of the car, and he swiftly followed.

He only wished he didn't have a bum foot, or he could have moved faster. He could have carried her up the stairs and across the threshold and put her down on the bed. But he had to settle for hobbling up the stairs. When they entered the living room, she'd no sooner put her bags and keys on the side table, when he pushed her back against the wall, needing to kiss her like he needed to breathe.

She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back with eager impatience that only ramped up his desire. He wanted more—fast. "I need you," he muttered.

"Then have me," she said, looking into his eyes. "Let loose, Adam."

"Be careful what you wish for, Molly."

"I'm not worried. I trust you. And I need you, too."

Her words brought forth a fierce wave of desire. They stripped off their damp, soggy clothes once more. The whirlwind that was Molly consumed him as they kissed their way into the bedroom with a passionate urgency that couldn't be denied.

They tumbled down onto the soft bed. He loved the way her body molded to his. He wanted to savor every inch of her, until she was gasping his name and writhing with pleasure. And she seemed to want the exact same thing, her hands riding up and down his back as he made his way down her body, touching, then tasting her breasts, drawing soft gasps of pleasure as he slid his fingers through the heat between her legs.

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