“Holy fuck,” was all she managed to say before her hands fisted in my hair.

I forced my eyes to stay open, to watch her react as my tongue worked against her most sensitive flesh, my fingers sinking into her, tight and warm. I was sure that I’d be bald by the way she yanked on my scalp, but I didn’t care. Watching her come apart, hearing the moans fill the room as she ground her pussy against my face, was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

“Mike,” she gasped as my tongue circled her hard clit once more while my fingers worked her from the inside, “I need you.”

“You have me.” My response was muffled, but that only seemed to drive her crazier.

“I can’t,” she sobbed. “I need you. Inside me.”

The hell she wasn’t going to come. I slid one hand around her ass and pulled her body down more, making her drop lower. Her body moved against me, almost without thinking. “That’s it.” I groaned, loving her taste and the feel of her against me. “Fuck my face, Mols.”

Seconds later, her body stiffened and she called out my name as she found release. If I’d been hard before, I was rock solid now. Realizing I still was dressed, I nibbled on the inside of Molly’s thigh before I slid her back down my body, letting her lie back against my bent knees.

She was out of it, ready to be tucked into bed and spoiled. Our night was far from over, though. Straightening my legs, I pulled a condom from my pocket and pushed it into her hands as her hooded eyes lifted to mine. “Put it on.”

With shaking hands, she reached for my belt. Fumbling at first, she managed to unbuckle it and open my jeans enough to shove them and my boxers down my legs. When my cock sprang free, her fingers closed around me, moving up and down slowly, taunting me. When they traced over the tip teasingly, I bit back a groan.

She slid her body down my legs further, holding my eyes as she dropped her head and pulled me into her warm mouth. My hips jerked involuntarily, making her take more of me, shoving my tip down her throat. She didn’t pull back, surprising me, and swallowed instead. I almost lost it.

I pulled her away from my dick, yanking her mouth to mine. Her taste, still on my lips, mingled with my taste on hers, driving me even crazier. I deepened the kiss, getting lost in her until she sat back. She opened the foil packet, rolling the latex down my shaft almost expertly, causing a stab of jealousy to rock through me.

Before I could concentrate on the unwanted feeling, she winked and positioned her body above mine. As she sank down onto me, we both gasped. She didn’t move for a second, instead settling onto me and squeezing me from the inside.

“Christ.” It was all I could say because it was the only thought in my mind.

“Off!” she demanded as she pushed my shirt up my stomach. “I need to see you.”

I sat up, intending only to grant her wish, but the movement forced me deeper, making us both groan in pleasure.

Her nails moved along my bare shoulders, scraping me gently, and she finally started to move. My eyes rolled back into my head as she rode faster and faster, her mouth finding mine. I tried to let her set the pace, but I needed more. Moving my hips, I met her thrust for thrust, our pace quickening until we were both crying out in pleasure.

Fighting the instinct to roll her onto her back and pound into her so hard she’d feel it a week from now, I fell back on the bed and gave her the illusion of control. When I sucked a nipple into my mouth and played with the bar through it, she clenched tight around my cock.

“Come, baby,” I groaned into her ear. “Come. Soak my dick.”

“Oh my God. Mikey!” She repeated my name, the way one would a prayer. She started to come apart, never slowing her pace. Instead, her fists braced against my shoulders and she rode me harder than she had, determined to have me join her. This woman was born to fuck me stupid.

My fingers curled into her hips again, hard enough to leave nail imprints, and I took control. Her muscles tightened against me, milking me, and my body couldn’t hold out any longer. “Fuck, Mols!” I exploded inside her, making my entire body tingle in a way it never had.

She collapsed, falling onto my chest, our bodies both soaked with sweat. I closed my arms around her, needing to hold on to our connection for as long as I could. Once our heartbeats had returned to normal, I rolled us to our side, wincing as I slid out of her.

I cleaned up as fast as I could, covering us with a quilt and pulling her back into my arms as soon as I was back in bed. I wasn’t the guy who cuddled after sex. Hell, Julie and I had used two different blankets, barely touching unless we were fucking. I needed this, though. I needed to hold her.

Kissing her shoulder, I buried my head in the nape of her neck. Her breathing had evened out and she was relaxed against me, so I assumed she’d fallen asleep when she asked, “Is it always like that with you, Mike?”

“What do mean, babe?”

“That intense? That…” She trailed off, but I knew what she’d meant. That perfect. That amazing. That addicting.

“No.” I cleared my throat, almost not wanting to be honest and scare her away. “Never.”

“Me either. I don’t know what that was.” She didn’t tense, but moved one hand over my body and grabbed my thigh as if to hold on to me. I didn’t know, either. But it scared the shit out of me.

Chapter Seventeen

~ Molly ~

The knock on the door drifted through my dreams, but I wasn’t ready to greet the day. An arm tightened around me, bringing my back closer to a toned chest, and I smiled. Last night had been amazing. So had this morning when Mike had woken me up with his tongue.

There were many things I’d seen while on tour with Nate—national monuments, wonders of the world, Mother Nature’s miracles. Nothing, and I mean nothing, was better than waking up to the view of Mike’s face between my thighs. The thought alone had me squeezing my legs together and pushing back into his warmth.

I had just started to drift back into unconsciousness when a door shut somewhere in the distance.

“Wakey, wakey, Eggs and Bakey!” Lia’s voice, way too perky that early in the morning, called out from the porch.

Mike growled out an inaudible response in his sleep, and I smiled, in complete agreement. When she called again, though, my subconscious wouldn’t let me ignore it and I was suddenly very awake. And very naked. Next to an equally bare Mike. I sat up in a panic.

Lia was leaning against the open French doors, laughing silently. “Morning, sunshine.”

Not only was she too energetic after drinking as much as she had the night before, she was too fucking happy about walking in on us. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

Her laughter bubbled out. “No?”

Before I could answer, a thick arm wrapped itself around my waist, making me jump in surprise, and pulled me back to the bed. Rolling over me, so his back was to the door, sheltering me, he kissed the tip of my nose. “Hello, beautiful.” He didn’t let me respond before he lifted his middle finger toward our friend. “It’s exactly what it looks like. Now fuck off.”

“I really wish I could.” The joy in her voice was clear, making me roll my eyes. “But we have to be on the road in fifteen minutes. Miss Molly has an interview she can’t miss.”

“Ever hear of a fucking phone?” Mike asked, irritation clear.

Lia actually tsked at him, the way a mother or sister would. “Somebody didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

“I swear to fucking Christ, Lee…” Mike growled back.

Lia either didn’t take the threat seriously, or she didn’t care, laughing again. “Both of your phones went straight to voice mail, so I volunteered to come down and get you. Be thankful it’s me and not someone else.” She had a damn good point. Clapping her hands, she continued. “Up, up. We’ve gotta get moving.”