Noah is silent as he narrows his eyes and slowly takes a step toward me.
Chapter Ten
NOAH
“Regret the kiss?” I’m confused as I stalk closer. “What made you think I regretted it?”
“I don’t know. I mean, it came out of nowhere, so I assumed it was a mistake, but hey, no big deal. We’ve still got a movie to watch.” She’s rambling, and it’s kind of adorable.
When I move closer, she tries to back away but ends up running into the front door behind her. There’s nowhere for her to run, and the thought of having her captive is all too tempting.
“Why don’t you tell me what’s really going on?” I say as I plant my hands against the door, making it clear she’s not getting away. “Because it seems to me like you’re pretending everything is fine when in reality it’s not.”
“Stop that,” Molly snaps, and her eyes widen like she can’t believe she said it.
“Stop what?” I bend down so she’s looking directly at me.
“Whatever you’re doing. I’m good at putting on a smile and making people think everything is fine, but then you show up, and all of a sudden I’ve got to make boundaries and tell people no.”
“And you think that’s because of me?” I raise an eyebrow at her, and she huffs in frustration.
“No, but when you look at me, I get confused and forget to bury my emotions.” Once again, she acts like these words weren’t supposed to pass her lips.
“Maybe burying them isn’t serving your best interests anymore. And maybe my presence is giving you the courage to be an asshole.” The corner of my mouth turns up in a grin, but she seems even more irritated by this.
“I’m not an asshole, and if you’re making me one, then maybe it’s better if we don’t do whatever that was we did earlier.”
“We kissed,” I remind her, and she rolls her eyes. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like it.”
“That has nothing to do with it.” Now she has to look away as the blush blooms on her cheeks.
“I think we should do it again.” I lean closer, and her eyes snap back to mine. “It seems to bring out the truth in you.”
“I’m not lying.” She looks at my mouth and then back at me as she licks her lips.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself, babe,” I say before pressing my lips to hers.
Her body stills for half a second, and then she parts her lips and melts against me. My hands go around her waist, and I pull her to my chest as I taste her tongue. I’m so tall that I have to pick her up so I can straighten and kiss her at the same time.
We’re still in front of her door, and as much as I don’t care who sees us, I’m sure she doesn't want to put on a show for the whole town. With my arms still around Molly’s waist, I carry her to the living room and sit down on the couch. Her legs spread, and she plants her knees on the cushions on either side of me as my hands go to her ass.
Her curves are soft, and I hold her snugly against my hard length as I moan with need. I’ve never been so overwhelmed yet so sure of what I’m supposed to be doing. Kissing Molly feels like I’ve finally opened my eyes after being asleep. With her in my arms, it’s like the world finally makes sense.
“I can’t think straight when you kiss me,” Molly breathes against my mouth before I go in for another kiss.
“Sounds like a good thing to me.” I grin against her lips before I kiss my way down her neck. “Thinking straight doesn’t seem to do you any favors.”
My fingers trace the edge of her pajama shirt before I slide my hand under it. When I reach her breast, I feel the edge of a soft bra and pull the cup down. She doesn’t tell me to stop or slow down as I hold the weight of it in my hand and brush my thumb over her tight nipple.
“Let’s see if I can help you think a little less straight,” I say as I lift her shirt and dip my head.
When I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, she cries out, and I shift on the couch to rub my cock against her. The remote must be underneath me because suddenly the television comes on and the movie starts playing.
“Just ignore it,” Molly demands as she grips my hair tighter and rocks her hips against me. “Don’t stop.”
Fuck, this woman is going to make me lose control. Grabbing her hips, I suddenly stand and turn around so that her back hits the couch and I’m on top of her.
“Be careful what you ask for,” I warn as I pull off my shirt and toss it to the floor. Her eyes widen as she stares at my tattoos, but it doesn’t look like she’s turned off by them. If anything, she seems excited by the way I look without a shirt on.
