Page 42 of Homecoming Heartbreaker

Minutes later Molly found herself standing at his closed door and lifted her hand to knock. But before her hand could make contact with the wood, the door opened and Mack stood there, looking at her like she was wholly unexpected.

“Ah, you’re here.”

“I am.”

Mack rubbed his jaw, then pushed his hand through his hair. “I was just coming to you,” he said, not sounding very enthusiastic. “Just so you know, I’m not in the mood to talk.”

Ah. He assumed she’d come over here to revive their earlier conversation.

“Well, if you don’t want to talk, what would you prefer to do? Play Monopoly? Drink wine? Cheat at poker?” she teased him.

“Strip poker, maybe,” Mack growled, tugging her into the hallway. Placing his hot mouth on her bare neck, he shuddered. He lifted his head to speak again. “I just need to lose myself in you, Curls.”

“I think I can make that happen,” Molly told him, her lips curving.

Mack, not wasting any time, immediately pulled her dress up the back of her thighs and palmed her butt with his broad hand. He pushed his other hand into her hair, gripping her head and angling her face to receive his demanding, possessive kiss. Tongues dueled as he explored her mouth, rediscovering her, learning about the woman she was today.

It was enthralling to be the object of so much focused passion and the reason for his brief, husky statements of appreciation. Needing to feel him, Molly pulled his shirt up so that she could touch his hot body. Her fingers traced the rows of his six-pack and the long muscles that covered his hips, before drifting over the hard erection that tented his jeans.

Ooh, very nice. She traced his long length with the tip of her finger. And, because she could, did it again.

“Love that, baby,” Mack muttered, bunching her dress up to her hips, revealing her white bikini panties. Annoyed with the barrier, he pulled the dress up and over her head and dropped it to the floor. Resting his forehead against hers, he looked down her body, past her flat stomach to her long legs. She was still in her heels.

“Ah, Mol. You...this...” He shuddered. “You in my arms is everything, and more, than I imagined.”

“Is that a good or a bad thing?” Molly asked as her bra fell to the floor.

“It’s a very excellent thing, Curls.”

Mack slid his hand between her legs and cupped her, his thumb immediately finding and brushing her sensitive bundle of nerves. She released a soft yelp and immediately wanted more.

“Mack, I need you,” Molly moaned against his lips, lifting her hips to push herself against his shaft.

Mack’s hand stilled and his breath against her nipple was fire hot. “If we don’t slow down, I’m going to take you right here, right now.”

“So do it,” Molly challenged him, tipping her head back to connect with his deeply dark and passion-soaked eyes.

“Good thing I came prepared.” Mack smiled and pulled a strip of condoms from the back pocket of his jeans. He ripped a packet off with his teeth and allowed the rest to drop to the floor. He pressed the condom into her hand.

As Mack pulled off his shirt, Molly opened the first button of his jeans, then the second, and when they were loose around his hips she shoved her hands inside his briefs and pushed both underwear and jeans down his hips. His erection stood tall and proud, and Molly sighed at how big he was...

She couldn’t wait for him to be inside her. She wanted to be filled, stretched, taken to the limit. She wanted him...

Molly pulled out the condom and swiftly rolled it over his erection, sucking in her breath as he hardened even further. Mack released a soft curse before hooking his hands under her thighs and lifting her, spreading her legs to either side of his waist. The head of his penis pushed against her wet, warm core.

Mack pressed her against the front door and pinned her there with his body, sliding into her with one long, confident, sexy stroke. Her world narrowed, everything faded away and there were only Mack’s hands on her thighs, his tongue in her mouth mimicking the thrust of his hips, the hot strokes inside her as he pushed her higher and higher.

She whimpered, stretching for that ultimate release, wanting to step inside pleasure, to become pleasure.

Mack dropped his head to murmur encouragement in her ear. “You are so damn sexy, baby. I can’t wait to feel you come on me, around me.”

“Mack!” Molly yelled, reaching for her release.

Molly shouted as stars exploded behind her eyeballs and her body splintered into a million pieces. She vaguely heard Mack’s yell in her ear, felt him shudder as he fell apart, his fingers digging into her hips.

Mack pushed into her and connected with something deep inside. She flew again, pleasure fueling her flight. She screamed his name again before fracturing once more.

Molly had no idea how much time passed when she returned to earth, her face in his neck, still pinned to the door by his hard body.

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