19. Molly
19
MOLLY
O h my God, I was kissing Noah for the second time within twenty-four hours.
Only this wasn’t just kissing. It had started out that way. Noah made a joke that was obviously an attempt at being suggestive, and when I laughed, he took that as all the encouragement he needed. He’d leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine, the touch so beautiful, so gentle, that it had taken my breath away.
When I didn’t pull back, he moved again, and before I knew it I was on my back on that rooftop, his arm behind my head to cushion it and his lips all over me. He kissed like he was dancing, the rhythm slow and sexy, but with a driving need that told me exactly what he had on his mind. I reached up and wrapped my fingers in his hair, savoring the feel of him there. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Again.
The world spun around me and I wondered for a moment if I was getting drunk off the alcohol on his breath. Or was it soaking out of his skin and right into mine?
Wait, maybe I was just drunk. I’d been drinking, too, so that must be it. Why else would I be taking this chance? We were on the fucking roof, for God’s sake, the sky open and painted in technicolor above us as the sunset washed over the sky. He moved to settle between my legs and I opened for him, my heart hammering with how much I wanted him. Fucking hell, I was aching in places I didn’t even know you could ache and I felt like my heart was going to explode. He pushed against me then, his cock hard and ready, and I moaned up into his mouth.
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 me into 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.”
N oah 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 stripped my 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.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
Oh my God, he was going to kill me. “Stop asking stupid questions. Do you think I’d be here if it wasn’t?”
His mouth curled in a slow smile. “You never do things you don’t want to do.”
That wasn’t strictly true. But I wasn’t going to waste time arguing with him about it. Besides, he was already starting to push into me. And he was so big, so hard, that smile still curving his lush lips, that I was going to lose my mind. I stopped breathing and tilted my hips to take him, his cock stretching me and filling me up until I thought I would explode.
And fuck, when he started to move, I knew I would.
He was slow and tender, taking my hands in his and stretching them out to the side so I was spread open for him as he took me. He never stopped staring, pinning my gaze with his own as he moved in and out, in and out, going so slow that I wanted to scream.
Or tell him to never stop. I wasn’t sure which.
When the pressure started to build inside me, though, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. “Stop being so gentle,” I told him.
He closed his eyes, the strain on his face unreal. “You’re so small. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I yanked hand out of his grip and put it to his face, suddenly impatient. “You’re not going to. And I’m tired of being treated like I might break.”
He opened his eyes and stared at me for a second.
And then he started moving faster, pounding into me harder. In and out and then back in again as my body took every blow, rising up to meet him and take him deeper. And fuck, this was everything. All of my focus narrowed down on that point of contact between us, where he was reaching deeper and deeper into me, building something that I couldn’t hold inside. My body was getting more coiled with every thrust, an earthquake building inside me, and when he finally released my eyes and bent down over me, taking my ear in his teeth and groaning deeply with need, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold onto it much longer.
He was driving me right to the edge, and I wanted to take him with me.
“Noah,” I gasped. “Please. God, please.”
“Please what, Bug?”
His voice was husky and strained, but it was the nickname that drove me into the light. He’d called me that from the first day we met, and it had always meant safety. Security. Someone at my back.
It had always meant Noah.
I exploded for him them, crying out in abandon, and he flew into the orgasm with me, pumping into me as my body opened up even further for him, his face buried in my neck and my name on his lips.