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He broke the kiss almost as quickly as he’d started it. “Fuck, Molly,” he gasped, rocking his hips again and again. “Fuck, I want you.”
“Want me?” I asked. “You’ve barely even started kissing me.”
He dove back to his work, and now the hand that wasn’t cradling my head went to work. He slid my t-shirt up far enough to expose the skin of my stomach and let his fingertips slide along the top of my pajama bottoms. And God help me, I nearly bucked with how good it felt. Butterflies exploded through my veins and into my stomach, flying quickly to the space between my legs, where I was now burning. I used my grip on his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, our tongues dancing together as if we’d done this a million times.
It felt like we had. My body knew his like it had already had him, both of us moving in tandem as we rocked together. His cock pushed harder against me and I squirmed, wanting more, but his body pressed down on me, holding me still.
“Christ, girl, stop moving like that,” he moaned. “You’re going to make me lose control.”
I giggled at that. I couldn’t help myself. “Control? You just jumped me on the rooftop of the hotel where we’re staying. Anyone could walk out here and see us. That wouldn’t be good for you, and it wouldn’t be good for me. And you’re talking about control?”
He leaned down and dragged his teeth along the skin beneath my ear. “Does that mean you want to stop?”
His fingers dipped lower, slipping under the waistband of my pajamas, and then into my panties. Every inch of me stilled with anticipation of his touch going lower, and I forgot how to breathe.
“No,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”
“Aw, you want me to keep going?” he teased. “And here I thought you were mad at me.”
I was, I recalled. There was something wrong, here. I could remember that much. I wasn’t supposed to be doing this, and I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it as much as I was. But I couldn’t remember why. All I knew was he smelled like cigarettes and alcohol and the world around us was filled with magic. The sky was pink and purple and he was so fucking warm.
So close.
So hard.
“Please,” I said. I didn’t know what I was asking for. I just knew I needed it.
He pulled back and stared down at me, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. “Please what?”
And fuck, it was all too much. He was so beautiful, so familiar. This was everything I’d ever wanted from him, and I’d never seen it before. But now that we were here...
I didn’t want it to happen on the roof, with a rock digging into my back. I didn’t want to rush through in the fear that someone would come out and see us.
I wanted him all to myself. For once in my life.
“Take me to your room,” I said.
The grin that blossomed over his face was so beautiful, so mischievous, that if I hadn’t already been in love with him, I would have promptly fallen. He stood up and bent to scoop meinto his arms, his nose buried in my neck as if he couldn’t stop himself.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed. “Which room are you in?”
“Why are we going to mine?” I asked, surprised. I’d asked for his.
“Because no one will look for us there. And I want to take my time with you.”
That sounded pretty much perfect to me. And though I’d tried to remember why this was a bad idea, I let it slip into the air around us. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to let him have his way with me. I was in a strange town, with a new job, and we were on tour. No one would ever know.
Right?
“Stop thinking,” he rumbled. “And tell me where your room is.”
Noah made love to me the same way he’d kissed me. He stripped me slowly, taking his time and kissing every inch of my skin as he went. When I was laying in nothing but bra and panties he reared back and stared at me for so long I started squirming.
“Did you undress me just to stare at me?” I asked.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss between my breasts. “I’m admiring you,” he said quietly when he looked up again. His blue eyes were trouble, now, and I realized he knew exactly what he was doing. “You’re fucking gorgeous, and I’ve never slowed down long enough to appreciate it.”
I could have said that was his own fault, or given him trouble for not paying attention. But his fingers were moving down my belly and into my panties, and I’d stopped caring. He strippedmy panties down my legs, then deftly unhooked my bra, and a moment later he was between my legs again, the head of his cock nudging at my opening.
