Page 80 of Game Changer
I cup her again, feeling her pulse against my palm.Then she rolls into me and I wrap my arms around her to her hold her against me.
She burrows against my chest.“My nose is cold.”
I laugh softly and tap her ass.“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”I feel her smile.“But I don’t really care.”
“How often are you going to get an aurora borealis orgasm?”
“Wow.”She lifts her head slightly to peer up at the sky.“I don’t even know what to say.Except…”
“What?”
“Youdidn’t get an aurora borealis orgasm.”
“Uh, true.But maybe that should wait until we’re back at the cottage.”
She bites her lip and her gaze finds mine in the darkness.“With me?”
I sense her uncertainty.“I sure hope so.”
Her lips tilt upward.“I can’t wait.”
We stay a while longer, admiring the ever-changing lights as we drink the rest of the wine.When they start to fade, we pack up our stuff and load it back into the car.Everything is closed and dark as we drive along Wasagaming Drive, past the shops and gas stations and the movie theater.As I pass Columbine Street, I hammer on the brakes as I see a dark shape.I quickly pull over.
“What are you doing?”Molly asks.
“Look.”I point up the street.Now under one of the lights, a black bear meanders along the sidewalk.
“Oh my God!”She claps her hands over her mouth and stares.“A bear!”
“Yeah.”I grin.
“Now I’m going to be terrified to get out of the car.”
“He’s a long way from us.”
“He could have friends.”
I slowly start forward, turn the corner and follow the bear at a distance until he disappears into the bushes on the other side of Tawapit Drive.
“That was pretty cool,” Molly admits.
But when we get to the cottage, she hesitates before opening her door, scanning the yard.
“It’s clear,” I say, amused.I lean over and cup her face in both hands, turning it toward me so I can capture her mouth again.She opens to me and I slide my tongue inside, tasting her.She makes a little noise in her throat and sets a hand on my shoulder, kissing me back.I kiss her again, and again, slow and lush and wet, and then I draw back.She gazes at me with hazy eyes and soft, pouty lips.
Good, good.She’s forgotten about the bear.
“Let’s go in,” I murmur.
16
Molly
Holding my hand, Jax leads me through the dark cottage to his bedroom.He turns on the lamp, then sits me down on the end of the bed, sitting beside me.We both shift so we’re facing each other.
Not saying a word, we study each other in the warm light.I love his face…the strong nose and jaw, thick eyebrows and sculpted lips.He lifts a hand and touches my face, then leans in to kiss me.Our mouths cling together, lift apart, then join again in slow, sexy kisses.I set one hand on his shoulder, the other on the side of his neck, and he catches my bottom lip in his teeth in a naughty bite.Then he smooths the pad of his thumb over my lip.
