Page 75 of Moonlit Kisses

Nothing. I don’t think she’s here.

I head back to my car. Maybe she went to the apartment at the workshop. She still has a key. As I pull in, I note the apartment is dark. If she’s inside, she’s sitting in the dark. I pull up around the back. Dammit, her car’s gone. She could be anywhere. My mind races, trying to think of places she’d go.

Frustration bubbles up inside me and I slam my hands on the steering wheel.Fuck!I pull out my phone and press her number. The phone rings and rings. She doesn’t have voicemail set up, so I can’t even leave her a fucking message. I try again and again. Each time the phone rings out, my frustration builds. She has to know I’d worry about her. Why isn’t she answering me?

Because she’s pissed at me. That’s why, asshole.

I drive for hours through the streets and along the riverfront. It’s not until I’m driving along the coast that I finally spot her car in a parking lot at the beach. Relief fills me, then anger floods my system. I’ve been so fucking worried about her. She could have let me know she was okay. I park next to her car and jump out, glancing inside, but it’s empty. Following the path down to the shore that I assume Molly would have taken, I use the flashlight on my phone to guide the way. As I get closer to the water, I see the lone silhouette of someone sitting close to the shore.

I take deep breaths to calm myself as I approach, then drop to the sand beside her. She doesn’t even flinch, she simply draws in a deep breath.

I want to pull her into my body.

I want to wrap her up and never let anything hurt her ever again.

I want to protect her from all the awful shit.

“I’ve been worried about you,” I whisper, “and with good reason. I could have been anyone coming up behind you, Molly.”

Without lifting her head from her knees, she turns her head toward me, her eyes glistening in the moonlight. “I knew it was you. I heard your car pull in.” She turns back toward the water. “I’m sorry I worried you.” Her voice is small, sad. I put aside my frustration and move closer to wrap my arm around her. Pulling her in tight, I kiss the top of her head and she melts into me, heaving out a heavy sigh. “I shouldn’t have run like that. I’m sorry, Max.”

I blow out a heavy breath. “I’m sorry, too, Dimples. I shouldn’t have said anything. It came out before I could think about it.” I turn her chin with my fingers, making her look at me. “I can’t help feeling protective of you and when you told me your story, I became pissed on your behalf. I know I have no right to be pissed at the people who let your mom down, but I do. When they were looking at you and your grandmother said she hoped you had a good life, I couldn’t keep my frustration inside.” I sigh. “I promise I haven’t told anyone else. I know it’s your story to tell.” I lean forward and press my lips to hers; the taste of salty tears coating my lips. “Please forgive my stupidity.”

Her shoulders relax and she offers me a sad smile, her dimples barely making an appearance. “Only if you can forgive me for worrying you.”

“Now that I know you’re safe, you’re forgiven. But please don’t run like that again. Go to another room in the house or something, but don’t take off.”

She nods and we both move forward to seal our apology with a kiss. Beyond the taste of tears is Molly.

My beautiful, sweet Molly.

My future. My world.

Cupping the back of her head, her silky hair fills my palm and I guide her mouth where I want it. Tilting it to suit and applying pressure to keep her lips locked with mine. Our tongues press forward, tangling with the other, apologizing with their own embrace. Without breaking our kiss, Molly climbs into my lap and straddles me. I drop back, taking her with me and we share scorching kisses which promise so much more. Stroking, licking, and sucking, our kiss goes on and on.

We separate to catch our breath. Molly presses her forehead to mine, our eyes locked on the other as our chests rise and fall with each new intake of oxygen. Her silken hair curtains us from the world, creating our own cocoon.

“Can I ask you something?” her whispered words blend with the breeze coming from the sea.

I scan her face, glancing between her eyes. “Of course. You can ask me anything.”

“You promise to be completely honest with me?” I nod. “Knowing what you know about my life, do you pity me?”

She holds her body stiff as she waits for my answer, and I take a second or two to understand what she’s asking me. I shake my head.

“There are many things I feel about you, Molly. Pity definitely isn’t one of them.” I reach up and tuck her hair behind her ears and give her a lazy smile. “Out of everything I feel for you, the biggest one is admiration. I fucking admire your strength of character so much. You are an incredible human being who handles life with courage and grace.” She smiles at me, but it doesn’t expose her dimples that I love. “The way you grew up doesn’t factor into my feelings for you. It has no bearing on how I see you or how much I fucking love you. But itdoesfactor into how much respect I have for you and your mom. Your life could have turned out so differently.Youcould have turned out so differently, but look at you. You are smart and determined. Strong and fiercely independent. I think you’re one of the kindest, sweetest people I’ve ever met. You give your time to help others because you genuinely want to make their life better.” I lower my head to rub my nose along hers.

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting all of that.”

“I’m not fucking finished,” I snap and she giggles. “You inspire me to be a better man because I want to be worthy of you and your love. I want to be your equal in all ways, Molly.” I rise to take her mouth. Licking my tongue across her lips, I beg for entrance. She doesn’t deny me, opening up and allowing me to swipe inside. She moans into my mouth and grinds her hot pussy down on my hard cock. I lift my hips to meet her and increase the pressure.

“I need you, Max. Please.”

Fuck. How can I deny her?

I slide my hands beneath the stretchy fabric of her leggings and grasp her glorious ass, pulling the cheeks apart and squeezing the globes. Our breaths become pants as I rub her pussy along my engorged shaft, trapped behind the zipper of my jeans. I push the fabric of her panties and leggings down below her cheeks, exposing her pussy to the cool night air. My fingers are so close to her slit, and she tilts her hips up in need. “You want me to finger fuck your pussy?”

“Ye– yes please. Please, Max.” She moans against my ear, her hot breath burning my flesh.

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