Chapter 22 Chase
CHASE
I turn off the water and open the curtain to find Molly standing with one hip against the bathroom sink.
Neither of us speaks, but she hands me a towel and her gaze follows my movements as I dry off. I don’t try to hide the fact that my dick is hard as a rock. Her eyes widen slightly when she takes in that part of me, and I swallow back a frustrated groan.
“What are you doing?”
“What if…” she begins quietly. “We could be easy with each other?”
I finish drying my body and wrap the towel around my waist. “Is easy what you want from me?”
“I guess that depends on what part of you we’re talking about, because I definitely want you hard, too.
” She bites down on her lower lip, and my heart flings itself against my ribcage.
“Mainly, I don’t want to think about the things that happened to us in the past, or the way people made us feel. I want to feel good.”
“I can make you feel so fucking good.” I cup her face in my hands.
“I know,” she whispers just before I kiss her. It isn’t gentle or soft. I ravage her mouth, plunging my tongue into her sweet heat like I’m going to steal every bit of her light to chase away the shadows lurking in the corners of my mind and heart.
She wraps her arms around my neck and gives as good as she takes. I lift her, her legs circling my hips, and walk the two of us to her bedroom, careful not to smack the boot into the wall or doorframe.
It’s impossible to go slow as I undress her. I reach around and unfasten her bra, then lean in and suck one stiff peak into my mouth while I cup the other breast in my hand.
She grabs onto my shoulders like she needs to balance herself, and I fucking love the thought of making her lose control. Easy, hard—I’ll do it any way she wants it. Her nails dig into my skin, and my dick twitches in response.
The sound that escapes my lips is more growl than groan, and she immediately loosens her grip. I cup her face again and look deep into her eyes.
“Don’t hold back,” I command, my voice rough and hoarse. “Mark me, claim me, whatever you want or need, Molly. I’m here for it.”
There’s a beat of silence when she searches my face like she’s trying to figure out if I really mean it. Then her mouth lifts at one corner.
“I think what I need most of all is the bed.”
“Done,” I say, and lift her onto the mattress.
Once again, I take care removing her boot, and she pushes her pants and panties down over her hips. I peel them off the rest of the way, then pause.
“We have a tiny problem,” I say. “My wallet is back in the trailer so unless you have a condom…”
She flashes a proud grin. “I got them in the grocery order this week.”
I laugh at that. “Granola bars and condoms in the same shopping trip—you are efficient.”
Her gaze skates to the nightstand. “They’re in the box in the nightstand. The key for it is in the top drawer of the dresser, back right corner.”
“Hell, yeah.” I give a fist pump. “Does this mean I’m going to get a look at your famous toy collection?”
She barks out a laugh. “It’s not famous, and no. You will be closing your eyes while I unlock the box.”
“But now I know where the key is so…” I waggle my brows.
She smiles. “You won’t use it without me.”
“No doubt,” I say with a laugh. “But I wouldn’t mind taking a look.”
When I turn back after retrieving the key, she’s sitting on the side of the bed, hand out, palm up. Something about how demure she’s acting despite being naked makes me grin like an idiot. She’s so damn adorable.
“Seriously, no on the toy box,” she says in a perfect imitation of a teacher scolding a student. It’s kind of hot.
I return to the bed, the towel still wrapped around my waist, and place the key in her hand.
“At least show me your favorite,” I tell her. “I won’t look at the rest.”
“Are you trying to get out of doing the work?” she says with an arched brow.
“I want to see how you touch yourself when I’m not around.”
She draws in a shaky breath. “I don’t know if I can do that.”
“I think you can, Molly. You can do anything.”
She takes out a compact storage box, unlocks it, and pulls out a box of condoms. I think she’s going to close it after that, but she surprises me—and possibly herself—by pulling out a hot pink vibrator.
“Why is that your favorite?” I ask.
“I like how it feels.” She swallows, then whispers, “On my clit.”
“Show me.”
Her cheeks are flaming, but she lies back on the bed, clicks a button, and then moves the device between her legs.
“Wider.” I yank off the towel and take my dick in my hand, almost instantly losing it. Because Molly spread out before me, her red hair across the pillow and pale skin flushed with need and desire, is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
She does what I ask, bringing one knee up, and I can see her folds glistening as she moves the head of the wand back and forth across her clit. I rub a finger over the moist tip of my cock, then begin to slowly pump my hand back and forth along the rock-hard shaft.
I take a step closer to her. “Open your eyes,” I command. “I want you to look at me.”
Her gaze is hazy, and she uses her free hand to pinch one nipple between her fingers.
“You like how that feels?”
“Yes,” she says, voice trembling.
Her legs fall farther open, and she circles the vibrator around her center—fast and then slow—like she’s trying to make the moment last. I climb on the bed and run my hand up her leg until I reach the junction of her thighs, then push two fingers inside her.
She cries out and starts to move the device away, but I put my hand over hers.
“Keep going,” I say.
“I’m so close, Chase.”
“I know, baby. Keep going.”
Her hips are moving now in time with my fingers pushing in and out of her.
She’s so fucking wet, and her breathing is ragged—or maybe that’s my breathing—but I feel it when she starts to lose control.
I feel her muscles tighten around me, and she presses the vibrator more firmly against her clit.
Then her whole body shudders as she cries out.
“Yes,” I say. “You did so good, sweetheart. That’s such a good girl.”
I grab the box of condoms, rip one open, and sheath myself. She’s still holding the vibrator loosely in one hand, so I take the device from her, turn it off, and toss it to the other side of the bed.
“But I need you to come for me again.” I lean down and kiss her, and she wraps her legs around my hips as I drive forward. She feels so fucking good. This feels like where I was meant to be.
“I don’t know if I can,” she says, breath hitching again.
I continue to pump into her, but reach a hand between us, gently tracing that sensitive, swollen nub.
“You can, Molly. There’s no one else here. Just the two of us. And right now, we’re all that matters. You are all that matters. This is easy, remember.”
Then I press the pad of my thumb more firmly against her and feel her break all over again. A moment later, I follow, burying my face in the crook of her neck as I whisper her name.
This right here is everything to me—and more. This woman saw me at my lowest and believed more for me than I could believe for myself.
And somehow, she made me believe in more, too.
We lie together after, her head on my chest, our breathing slowly evening out. I run my fingers through her hair, memorizing the feel of her body against mine.
“Stay,” she whispers against my skin, so soft I almost miss it.
The word hits me like a punch to the gut. Because I want to stay more than I want my next breath. But we’ve already crossed too many lines. And I can hear in her voice that she’s already halfway to falling for me—another man who doesn’t deserve her.