Page 109 of It's Always Been You
Taking the kiss deeper, Molly slicks her tongue against mine until we’re panting into each other’s mouths, and still, we don’t break apart. I would happily kiss her just like this until the end of time and prepare to do exactly that when she tears her mouth away from mine and locks eyes with me. Hers are bright and glow with swirls of blue and green, and her cheeks are flushed and gorgeous. Molly takes my breath away just by existing, but sitting here with her in my lap, her face as alive and elated as I’ve ever seen it, I wonder if I’ll ever breathe again.
“Hi,” she says, grinning at me, her voice filled with delight.
“You are stunning.” The only thought in my head comes right out of my mouth, and I can’t even be embarrassed about it because her face brightens so much it’s like she’s lit from within.
“Yeah?” she asks, satisfaction lacing her tone.
I reach up and push her hair behind her ears, holding onto the sides of her neck. “Fuck, yeah. I could look at you for hours. Days. You are perfection. My favorite everything.”
“Jesus, Gabe, I fucking love you. This has been one of the worst weeks of my life, but today is a really good day.”
I bring her mouth back to mine, needing to taste all that happiness for myself.
“Tell me.”
She leans back and grins at me, keeping her hands tangled in my hair, her knees resting on either side of my legs.
“I fired Harvey. I told him I couldn’t represent someone who took bad advice instead of listening to me, and I quoted the Pennsylvania Rules of Professional Conduct word for word. Brad was there being his asshole self, and you should have seen his face when I said I was withdrawing from the representation. He was terrified because he knows without me, he’ll look like the clueless, untalented idiot he is. Harvey called meMolly dearand asked me to stay on and fucking winked at me like a misogynistic dickhead and insinuated that I would be great at continuing tofix Brad’s mistakes and I was like, fuck no. I told him I would send over his files along with my final bill and left them both with their mouths hanging open.”
I grin back, full of pride, and wonder at this amazing, formidable, badass woman who I get to call mine. What even is this life?
“You did the thing, Rory baby. I am so fucking proud of you. You are too smart and too incredible and too good at what you do to work for anyone who doesn’t see your worth and worship the goddamn ground you walk on. It’s their fucking loss, and good riddance.”
Molly grins even wider. “It was so fucking satisfying and now I’m here and you are so hot sitting here in tech nerd mode with all these screens and your glasses tossed on your desk and I really want you to take me into our bedroom and fuck me straight into the mattress.”
Motherfucker. It takes every amount of my restraint not to strip her bare right here.
“Our bedroom, huh?”
“Bet your ass. I live here now, remember? And my clean streak was a temporary thing brought on by guilt and grief. The grief will stick around for a while, but organized Molly is a thing of the past. Be prepared for all my shit to return to everywhere.”
I push Molly’s jacket off one shoulder, leaning in to kiss her neck, breathing in the scent of strawberries that is so uniquely hers. “Fuck yeah, I want all your stuff exactly where I can see it. Put it everywhere. Paint the walls insane colors. Fill the kitchen with black licorice and Diet Pepsi. Hang your art in the living room. I want every single part of this house to feel like it belongs to us. Too much has belonged just to me for way too long. This is ours.”
Molly shoves her jacket off and throws it on the floor, then pulls her tank top off, leaving her in a light pink, lace bra thatlooks perfect against her creamy skin and shows the outline of dusky nipples I want to suck on so badly that my mouth literally waters.
“You’re damn right it’s ours,” she says, reaching around and unhooking the bra, letting it fall to the floor. “Take me to bed and fuck me, Gabe.” She grins a little wickedly. “I’ve been such a good girl today. And now, I want to be really, really bad.”
I groan, dipping my head and sucking one of her nipples into my mouth, roughing my tongue along the pebbled tip, feeling her moan rumble in her chest as she presses closer to me.
“How bad?” I mumble against her skin, circling her nipple with my tongue, grazing my teeth against it as I roll the other side between two fingers.
“The baddest,” Molly gasps. “Like, fuck my ass while you fuck my pussy with a vibrator bad.”
Fucking shit. All the blood in my body rushes to my dick so fast I get lightheaded, but none of that stops me from standing from my chair, Molly in my arms. She laughs as I start for the door.
“That’s the fastest I’ve ever seen you move.” She latches her mouth onto my neck, licking and sucking and drawing a needy, desperate moan from my throat.
“Because that visual almost had me coming right in my pants.”
She sucks the spot behind my ear and laughs again, the sound deep and throaty. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
I walk us straight to the bathroom and slide Molly down my body until her feet are on the floor. I grab her hips in both hands and slam my mouth to hers in a hard, hot kiss. “It sure wouldn’t, but this time I’m not coming anywhere but inside that tight ass, Rory. We’re getting in this shower and getting clean so we can get very, very dirty again. I’m going to have my hands and mytongue on every single inch of you, but neither of us is coming until I have you spread out under me on our bed. Got it?”
Molly says nothing. Instead, with her eyes locked on mine, she unbuttons her pants and lets them drop to the floor. Then she curls her fingers in the waistband of her thong and rolls it down, kicking it away. Gorgeously naked, she puts her hands on her hips and lets her gaze wander down my body and back up again before giving me a feral grin.
“Game on.”
Chapter Forty-Three
