Distracted, he turned to tell her that he would stay with her. For as long as she was in danger. Big. Mistake. She was naked, sure. Phenomenally naked. But what struck him, made it impossible to turn away, was the worry on her face. Her eyes shone with unshed tears, the crease on her forehead spoke of worrying thoughts floating through her head.

“You don’t have to worry. I’m not leaving you again.” He hoped she couldn’t hear how unsteady his words were.

She looked up, startled. Her instinct was to look for something to cover herself with, but there wasn’t anything within reach. He wanted to do the honorable thing. To turn around and give her the privacy she asked for. But he couldn’t. He took a step toward her, never taking his eyes from hers.

Her lips trembled beneath his gaze, and she held up her hand to stop him. He stopped in his tracks.

“You promised to come find me, but it felt like you were promising more.” Her voice wavered as she attempted to cross her arms over her breasts. He tried to keep his eyes on her face.

There was no way he could lie to her, not with her standing there, naked and vulnerable.

“I did promise”—he paused—“but I probably was in no shape to promise anything.” And now he wanted to promise her everything, but still wasn’t sure if he should. “I’m sorry. I should have called. Written. But it never felt like the right time…” I didn’t want to hurt you. I’ve never deserved you.

“Did you think about me?” she asked softly.

His dick was heavy and hot in his pants. He didn’t answer her immediately, wondering if he should admit to his weakness. He was trying to control this dynamite, trying to get some control over the room again, when every part of his brain wanted to lose itself in her.

“Every day. I…”—He stopped himself going too far. Past the point of no return—“Every day.”

Her crossed arms dropped, as well as her gaze. His body started working without permission.

He couldn’t even put up a token resistance. An honorable one. Honor was already in his rearview mirror.

He tugged his T-shirt over his head and slowly went to her. Slowly so he could marvel at her, the sudden light in her eyes.

He was far from certain. About what he wanted from her, about the wisdom of getting entangled—because he had no doubt that is exactly what he was doing. With every step he was getting irrevocably entangled in Molly.

He stopped a few inches short of her glorious nakedness. The briefest flicker of a frown danced across her forehead. He took a breath and with both hands, pulled her against him, fast and hard. As she gasped, he claimed her mouth with a ferocity that startled him. For a second. And then he was drowning. He’d fantasized about the taste of Molly. Now it was all his. All fucking his. And so was she.

Her hands ran through his short hair, and one settled on his neck as she let him bend her backward with his need to consume her. Her other hand splayed against his chest. Blood pumped through him like he was in combat. Throbbing heat flooded over him, and instinct took over.

Yes!

There was a second of triumph and relief when he’d admitted to thinking about her every day. When she realized for absolute sure that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. At freaking last. The tension of being so close to him, but not actually being close to him, evaporated, and all her birthdays and Christmases arrived at once. David. Holding her. Kissing her with the fierceness with which a warrior stalks his prey. He felt out of control to her. She loved it, and was scared by it.

She felt brazen and vulnerable at the same time—her nakedness pressed against his half-clothed body—and more like a woman than she ever had before.

“Are you sure?” his voice rasped against her throat, sending shivers of excitement through her. She couldn’t find the words to reassure him, so she traced her fingers down his arm, and drew his hand between her legs.

A groan rumbled through his body when he felt how wet she was for him, as she had been ever since she’d woken up in the same hotel room as him, desperate for his touch. She wanted to do a victory lap. This was really happening.

He stroked along her wetness, virtually trembling against her as he felt his way around her. Her breath mirrored his, unsteady as he circled her clitoris slowly, deliberately. Her head dropped back, limp with the waves of pleasure both physical and mental. Electricity fritzed in her lower back as he stroked her steadily and firmly.

He pulled his hand away, and she moaned, opening her eyes. He gazed at her for a second, and pulled her upright and put his hands on her shoulders. “You deserve all the promises in the world. I’m just not there yet. I’m—”

She laid her fingers against his lips. “Shhh. I’m not asking for any promises. I’m not asking for tomorrow. I’m not making that mistake again. I’m not asking for your soul, either.” She frowned. “I just want now. This second. I just want you.”

He held her gaze for a couple of seconds, as if measuring her sincerity. And then he dropped his head. “I don’t des—”

“Don’t say that. You might get to choose what you deserve. But I do too. I deserve this.” She wanted to stamp her foot. “I deserve you. I waited so long. Thought about you for so long. Said ‘no’ to so many dates. You ruined this past year for me. So the way I see it, you owe me now.”

He raised his head with the beginnings of a smile playing around the corners of his mouth. “I owe you, huh?” He narrowed his eyes and walked her backward until her calves hit the bed.

“Yes you do,” she replied in a whisper. “And I intend on collecting.” She put her hands on the front of his pants, as if she was going to undo them. But instead she stroked down and fluttered her fingers over his dick, which felt hard and strong under the denim. Her whole body reacted to the anticipation of having him fill her. Own her. Complete her.

He let her stroke him through his pants for a few seconds, but when she could tell he needed more, she undid his button and slowly drew down the zip. As tight against the bed as she was, she had to sit on the end to drag them off his hips. His dick sprang free and she closed her eyes briefly in reverence. She couldn’t believe that she was here, after all this time.

She blew lightly on his dick, causing him to sway backward a little. He probably expected her to tease him a little, so instead she opened her mouth and placed it around him in one swift motion so that he would feel her tongue, the heat of her mouth, and the tightness all in one sensation.

“Jesus,” he hissed between his teeth, as she sucked the length of him between her lips. She stroked his balls as she released him, sucking briefly again on the tip.

In a single movement, he lifted her up until she was standing and kicked off his pants. The tip of his dick fit perfectly between her legs as they stood. Purposefully she shuffled forward so that she could clasp her thighs around him.

He withdrew from her and bent to claim a nipple. He bit until she gasped, making the hard nub ache for more. Threads of desire rushed from her breasts to between her legs, a heavy wetness settling there, waiting for him.

She moaned and couldn’t help but squeeze her other nipple in tandem. He pulled away and watched her hand for a second before gently kicking her feet apart until she was standing with her legs wide open. He stood back, his dick dancing upright, begging to be touched, but he wouldn’t let her.

Instead he very deliberately looked at her pussy, watching as he slid his hand over her mound. His intent gaze turned her on so much, she felt light-headed. He pushed her so she was sitting again on the end of the bed. Her legs were still wide open, and he knelt between them.

“You’re beautiful down here. Pink, luscious…” his words trailed off as he used two fingers to open her folds. He licked her clitoris firmly, then pulled away to look at her face.