She smiled at him playfully. “Is it the dress? The one I wear in your dreams?”
He slipped her coat from her shoulders, folded it neatly over the nearest chair, and stepped back for an inspection. “Partly. You look so elegant in it, especially when you flash that gorgeous red-lipped smile.”
Molly ran a finger down his lapel. “Thank you. And I have to say, I’ve seen hundreds of guys in suits, but the way you look tonight is right up there with the best of them.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
They climbed the stairs, Molly in her strappy dress and Jake in a suit that had never felt good on him until now.
When they entered his bedroom, it was cool and washed with muted light from the stairwell. Jake shut the window but didn’t bother closing the curtains. He sat on the edge of the bed and shrugged out of his jacket as she stood before him. He motioned to her dress. “Take it off.”
Molly turned her back to him, his cue to release the zipper. Facing him again, she shimmied out of her dress and let it pool at her feet. Jake closed his eyes for a second as his cock grew even harder at the sight before him. She wore a midnight-blue strapless bra and suspender belt to match—both swathed in lace—but no panties.
“I love that color, but please tell me you haven’t been walking around without panties all evening!”
She shook her head, and he could tell she was suppressing a grin. “No. Of course not.”
He chuckled. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
“How very wise of you.”
Leaving her lingerie on, Molly dropped to her knees and undid the knot of his tie—his buttons, his belt, and fly. And when Jake lifted his butt off the bed so she could remove his suit pants and boxers, he had to grip the duvet just to maintain control.
Jake reclined on his elbows and watched as she took him in hand. In contrast to the last time, when their foreplay had been short and sweet, Molly seemed in no hurry as she caressed him with her lips and fingers, her featherlight touch almost unbearable.
With his white shirt now discarded on the floor, Jake eased her onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, his embrace tender as his lips found her throat and cleavage.
They lingered without words—Molly curled into him, Jake with one hand tangled in her hair, the other on her butt—and kissed with a yearning that had been missing with his previous partners.
With one side of her face bathed in moonlight and hair tousled from his touch, she’d never looked more beautiful. Jake removed her bra and gently cupped her breasts, and as his body tensed with heightened anticipation, her musky scent flooded his senses.
“Can we leave the suspenders on?”
“I guess that’s only fair since you have to wear a condom.”
“Shit. I almost forgot.”
“I have one in my bag if you don’t have any.”
He chuckled and reached into his nightstand. “What do you take me for? An amateur?”
Smiling, she took the foil packet from him and tore it open, then rolled it on and straddled him. “Believe me, there is nothing amateur about you.”
He entered her now, and as she arched her back, her faded scars came into view.They were war wounds from another life, a part of her she’d felt compelled to let go of, and he respected her for having the courage to take that step. And as he sank deeper into her warmth, Jake did indeed shut out the world until all other thoughts ceased to exist.
Afterward, they lay on their sides, facing each other. Molly drew small circles between the sparse hairs on Jake’s chest and smiled. “Thanks for not turning me away.”
“What? Did you think last time was a one-off?”
“Not really, but….”
“Hey, you’re always welcome here,mon ange.”
Mon ange?“Thank you.”
Molly waited for a response, but he said nothing more. When she looked up, his eyes were closed and breathing relaxed and rhythmic.
