Page 44 of Hex and the Kitty

His tongue traced the seam of her lips, seeking entry she eagerly granted. The kiss deepened, turning molten as his hands roamed down her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts through her thin blouse. Molly moaned against his mouth, arching into his touch.

When they finally broke apart, both were trembling. Warrick pressed his forehead against hers, his breathing ragged.

“If I don’t leave now,” he whispered against her lips, “I won’t leave at all.”

THIRTY-FOUR

Molly gasped at the heat from his body seeping into her, and his tongue slid into her mouth, searching for hers. The instant he made contact, she melted into his kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him like it was her first damn kiss. When she compared all other kisses to this one, it may have indeed been her first real kiss.

Warrick lifted her off the floor and set her on the dining room table, never breaking their kiss. She spread her hips and wound her legs around his backside. His length pressed against her core.

Her fingers tangled through his hair. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers caressed her breasts over her top. Molly wanted more. She wanted skin-on-skin contact. Repositioning her hands, she ran her fingers down his side to the hem of his shirt. Without hesitating, she ran the tips of her fingers under his shirt.

Warrick shivered under her touch. She was rewarded with a low, sexy rumble rising in his chest. It drove her to become bolder in touching him in ways she wouldn’t have necessarily risked before now.

His hand slipped under her shirt, his fingers scorching each inch of her bare skin they came in contact with.

“God, that feels so good,” she moaned, breaking away from the kiss and tossing her head back, loving every single touch.

“Mmm. Your skin is soft,” he growled, nibbling on her neck and ear.

Molly’s heart stopped when she saw muscle after rippling muscle covering his chest, abs, and arms. She wanted to kiss him all over.

When she finally composed herself, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Any shyness she’d once had was long gone.

He kissed a path through the valley of her breasts and down her stomach. “Lie back,” he growled.

She didn’t hesitate and getting as comfortable as possible on the hard table.

With one swift move, he yanked her clothes and tossed them to the floor. He pushed her legs apart with his hands. “I need to taste you.”

That was all the warning she got before his head was buried between her legs, and his tongue flicked across her clit.

“Oh, God!” Molly shouted her surprise at his quick action.

“You taste even better than I imagined.” He flattened his tongue and slid it up her pussy and back down. Her mind was ready to explode. She wondered what the acceptable amount of time was for her first orgasm to rock her world or if she should even care.

“Oh, God! Warrick!” Molly shouted, her legs shaking as he pushed her closer and closer to her climax.

“I want you to come for me. I want you to come all over my face.” He slid a finger into her channel, followed by another. That was all it took for her to fly to the stars. Her head thrashed back and forth, her entire body quaking.

“You are so beautiful.”

Warrick never slowed his motions. He scissored his fingers in and out of her as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

“I need you inside me,” she cried out. “Please!”

Molly knew how desperate she sounded, but she didn’t care. She needed this man more than she needed the oxygen filling her lungs.

“I want you to bend over,” he nipped at her thigh.

Molly hopped off the table, not needing to be told twice. Just the promise of having him inside her made her move quicker than ever.

Warrick pushed his jeans down to his ankles and stepped out of them. She gasped when she saw the equipment package the gods had endowed him with.

“I need to be in you,” Warrick growled.

He wrapped his fingers around her waist and spun her around. Kicking her legs apart, he placed the head of his cock against her entrance.

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