Page 50 of Protecting What Is Mine

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Hank

From the moment I walk through the door, the sexual tension is palpable. Before I can reach the table to set the plate down, Mollie is up and walking toward me, her hips swaying from side to side with each step. As if that isn’t enough to re-ignite my fire, she takes the plate from my hand, sets it on the table, and then turns back to me, pressing her body against mine and slowly running her finger from her lips to her breasts. It may officially take first place as the most seductive thing I’ve ever witnessed.

“What about the food?” I ask. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“I’ll be hungrier after,” she says, tracing her finger in a circle over her shirt. “And I don’t mind if it gets a little cold. Do you?”

I have no words. Even if I could think of something clever to say right now, I’ve forgotten how to speak anyway. I bend down, scoop her up in my arms, and carry her down the hall.

I gently swing her legs to push open the bedroom door, then carry her into the room and lay her across my bed.

I intend to ask if she’s sure she wants to do this, given the events of the day, but her shirt is off before I have the chance. And as soon as her shirt is out of the way, she’s busy working on the bra and panties.

I find the sight of her lying naked on my bed to be nothing short of intoxicating. Her sensual lips. Her soft skin. The delicate lines of her collarbone, the way they perfectly separate her slender neck from her magnificent breasts. The taper in her waist, drawing my eyes downward. She is equal parts vulnerable and sexual. I stand at the foot of the bed, drunk on her magnificence until her words re-capture my attention. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

Hell yeah!

“Sorry, babe. But can you fault a man for losing himself while he admires you?” I pull my shirt over my head and unbuckle my jeans, kicking them off while I retrieve a condom from the bedside table. I nestle up beside her, sliding my hand along the nape of her neck and pulling her in to my kiss. “At last.”

“You’re telling me.” Mollie kisses me back as she climbs on top, takes me in her hand, and eases me inside.

“Fuck…”—my hands move to her hips as she begins to grind against me—“you feel amazing.”

Mollie leans forward, her hands squeezing my pecs, allowing her to brace herself as she finds her rhythm. The upward swing of my hips synchronizes with the downward push of hers, causing her eyes to flutter, then close as she focuses on the sensation.

Our chemistry, the feeling of her on top of me, of me inside her, it’s amazing. But I don’t even want to blink because it means taking my eyes off her. I slide my hands up her back and pull her closer. Close enough to kiss—her mouth and her body.

My hands slowly ascend her sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, stopping when they reach her breasts. I cup one breast in my hand, my tongue dancing around the nipple, while I knead the other. I’m in no rush, my every thought is about pleasing her. I take my time licking and sucking one nipple before turning my focus to the other. I carefully watch her reaction as I gently pinch and roll her flesh between my thumb and forefinger.

Mollie responds with a satisfied moan as her pace quickens. “Hank?” Desperation echoes when she calls my name. “I’m close.”

“That’s what I want to hear.” My hands fall to her ass, pulling her into me as she thrusts forward, then pushing her back as she withdrawals.

She opens her lust-filled eyes. “Yes. That’s it—like that.”

I lift my hips a little more the next time she pushes against me and her eyes open partly, only enough to see them roll back and close again. She kneads at her breasts, her chest heaving as she gasps for air. She cries my name when her first orgasm erupts like a volcano. Her pace slows but remains steady as she rides through the feeling.

When she finally opens her eyes, Mollie collapses on top of me, still struggling to catch her breath. “Oh my...” She kisses my chest. “I guess I didn’t realize how much I needed that.”

“Well you better catch your breath quick little girl, because we’re not done yet.” I lean forward, carefully sitting up, while keeping her on my lap and me inside her.

Mollie drapes her arms over my shoulders. “Oh yeah,” she says with a grin. “Now, it’s your turn.”

“Not quite yet.” I wrap my hand around her waist and flip us both, leaving her on her back and me above her, smiling. As I look down, it hits me again how much I want this woman, not just her body, not just to make me come.

I want more than that.

I want it all.

And I want to prove it to her.

I slip my hands under her knees and bring them to my neck. A leg rests on each of my shoulders as I lift her back off the bed and ease myself deeper inside. Mollie’s eyes flutter at the sensation.

“This feel okay?”

She doesn’t speak, but the way she bobs her head is confirmation enough.

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