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She tilts her head back to look up at me. “Oh yeah, they’re still pissy with me for moving out with her, so they’ll take any chance they can get to have her to themselves. They’re a tad obsessed.” She laughs, her breath hitting my lips.

“I can see why. She’s adorable from the photos you’ve shown me.” I grin, thinking about it.

“Do you want to, uh, meet her? I didn’t know if it was too soon or if you’d even want to. Not right now, soon... when we’ve been together longer?” She looks down at the hand she has resting on my chest, embarrassment flushing her cheeks.

Fuck, I want to meet Emma so badly. I feel like until I do, we’re still ‘dating’, and I want so much more than that. I want all of her. But I can’t push...

I tilt her chin up with my index finger, and her eyes meet mine. “This goes at your pace Mol, do I want to meet her? Hell yeah. Only cos I’m so crazy about her mumma, but that’s your call. I’m right here when you’re ready, yeah?”

She nods, and her voice turns low and breathy. “Yeah.”

“You want to watch this movie in bed instead?” I ask, hoping the answer is yes.

Her eyes search mine for the meaning behind the question. “I, uh, we can... if you want to?”

I move in slowly; her eyelids flutter the closer I get, and then they shut. I’m so close I can fucking taste her. I wait, hoping she’ll initiate it, and she does. Her lips fit against mine like she was made just for me. I let her have control for a few seconds before wrapping my hand around her neck, breaking away from the kiss, and tilting her head back.

“You going to let me fuck you tonight, baby?” I ask, my voice so deep it’s basically a growl. I need to know how far we’re taking this so that I don’t fuck up. If all she wants to do is make out on the couch like teenagers, that’s cool, but I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been jacking off in the shower every fucking night for the past two months thinking about what her pussy tastes like.

She opens her eyes, barely, and hesitates.Shit.

“We don’t have to...” I say, hating the idea of pressuring her. If she’s not ready, I’ll wait.

“No, no. I want to, I just...” She sighs, picking at the edge of her shorts.

I duck my head down, making her look at me. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours, Mol?”

“I’ll get attached, more attached,” she whispers, making me strain to hear her. I’m slightly taken aback.She doesn’t want to be attached to me? What’s that about?

“That’s not a bad thing, baby,” I say slowly, trying to understand where the comment came from.

She shakes her head. “You’ll get bored with me.”

“Molly,” I groan. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I could never get sick of her. Fuck, if I could have her with me all day, every day, I would.

She’s quick to jump in before I can say anything else. “I know you say I’m different, Ry. But how do you go from banging a random girl basically every night to being like this with me? How did you magically change overnight?”

“Well, first of all, I didn’t sleep with a random girl every night. I hate that is the picture you have of me in your head. That said, I didn’t change overnight. I met you. I wanted more. I want more. It’s that simple to me, baby.”

“Why?”

I grin. “You fishing for compliments now, Mol?”

She huffs out a laugh, and it lightens the mood immediately, thank God.

I stare into her eyes, hating the insecurity I see.

I’ll fix it. I’ll show her. Then she’ll never look at me like that again.

I lean back in slowly and kiss her. It starts soft and sweet. Then she places her hands on my chest, drags her nails along my skin, and the heat builds. I take her bottom lip between my teeth and bite down gently before whispering, “I don’t have an answer for you, Molly. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. Something in you drew me in. I can’t explain it any other way. Just trust me, baby. Please.”

She nods and tilts her head slightly. I sweep my tongue across her lips, into her mouth, moving it with hers perfectly. She moans, and I swallow it before pulling back just enough to pull her bottom lip between my teeth again.

“I want you, so fucking bad.” I kiss the side of her mouth, her cheek, down her neck, and stop when I get to the swell of her chest. I place a kiss between her tits and lick a trail back up to her collarbone before giving her earlobe a quick tug with my teeth. She hisses, tilting her head back. “Take your top off, baby. Let me see those gorgeous tits,” I groan into her neck as her hand makes its way down my stomach, pausing at the waistband of my grey sweats. She freezes and pulls back a little, looking to the side. I grab her chin and make her look at me. “Molly?”

She shakes her head quickly. “No, I want to, God, I want to, it’s just...” She pauses and rubs her lips together. I raise an eyebrow in question, trying to ignore the way my dick is throbbing against my pants. “After pregnancy,” she uses her hand to gesture up and down her body. “All of this-”

Hell. No.

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