Sealed with a Kiss (Ty & Hunter #2)(35)
Author: Carly Phillips

“You’re kidding.” He reached for the hem of her nightie and she playfully swatted his hand away.

“Actually, I’m not.”

And if he’d moved his hand an inch higher, he’d have realized it earlier. He swallowed a groan.

Then, as he watched, she lifted the gown up and over her head until she was nude but for the sexy heels still strapped to her feet.

Hunter’s eyes opened wide and Molly reveled in his reaction. She didn’t know where her courage came from, but he certainly seemed to enjoy it, which only made her bolder.

From the moment she’d taken Hunter into her mouth, her own desire had been building and now her body craved his in the most intimate, primal way. She inched closer to him, until he was poised directly beneath where she needed him most.

She was hot, she was wet and she was ready, but she was still taken off guard when Hunter reached between them, sliding his finger through her slick heat. She shuddered at the intimate touch, made more so because of how long they’d been building toward this moment. Not days, or months, Molly thought, but years.

She met his gaze as he thrust upward at the same time she took his erection deep into her body. Molly hadn’t been celibate but she was picky and it had been a long time since she’d been with any man—but not so long that she’d forgotten what it felt like. And it had never felt like this. She and Hunter, fully connected, his body swelling inside of hers.

She closed her eyes, needing to break the emotional connection that threatened to overwhelm her, because her emotions were the one thing that could get her in trouble with this man. Instead, she merely felt more of him and more for him.

Thankfully he started to move and she picked up his rhythm, taking her mind off of things she couldn’t control and bringing her focus back to something she could. The sensual feelings overwhelming her body grew with each rapid thrust of his hips and she began to find the movement she liked best.

Molly clenched her inner muscles around him as she slid her body up, feeling his hardness and the ridges of his shaft, then released as she melded their bodies once more. Each time she relaxed, it felt as if she took him harder and impossibly deeper inside her, the thrusts joining them and bringing her closer and closer to a building climax.

Suddenly his hot hands closed over her bare br**sts and she opened her eyes just as he slowed them down, stilling her frenzied movements. He circled her ni**les with his thumbs, then rubbed the tight peaks between two fingers, causing her to clench her legs tight and whimper aloud.

“That’s it,” he said in a rough voice. “I want you to come—and keep coming until you scream.” In fact, Hunter wanted her to come so hard that she would never ever forget this moment or him. He knew she’d stay with him long after his time here was done.

Her cheeks, already pink, flushed darker at his comment. “We wouldn’t want to wake the house and have company.”

“I’ll take care of that. You just do what comes naturally. Those noises of yours turn me on.” So much so that holding back now took every ounce of effort he had.

But as long he focused on Molly, on her full, luscious br**sts in his hand, and not on the point where their bodies connected so perfectly, he was able to prolong her enjoyment and wait her out.

To make his point, he levered himself up onto his elbows and coaxed her to lean forward, so he could lick her br**sts and suck one of her ni**les into his mouth, pulling and teasing with his tongue.

She uttered a low sound from the back of her throat and started to rock her hips back and forth, thrusting her mound into the base of his shaft.

That did it. Hunter couldn’t hold back another second. He gripped her hips in his hands and began to match her movement and thrust upward at the same time, pumping his hips, rocking his body in and out of hers.

Without warning, she started to come. Before she could scream, he rose and somehow—he’d never know how—he managed to topple her onto her side, then onto her back, switching positions so he could cover her mouth with his and quiet any loud noises she might make—and he hoped she’d try to make plenty.

Securely on top now, he captured her lips with his, and kissed her senseless at the same time he thrust inside her, deeper and harder, now knowing how badly she needed the contact between their bodies.

Her breathing grew ragged but she kissed him back, her nails digging into his shoulders. She milked his body, her muscles tight and wet around him.

Hunter was almost there and swept his mouth over her cheek so he could whisper in her ear, “Come for me, Molly. Now.”

She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist. He felt the hard ridge of her shoes digging into his lower back, an unlikely turn-on.

Suddenly she tilted her pelvis and met his thrust with one last one of her own until he was buried completely, lost inside her, totally gone.

The first loud groan came not from Molly but from him and would have woken the house if not for her quick action. She sealed her lips over his at the same moment his climax hit, at the same instant she came apart, her entire body stiffening before she began to roll her hips into his, seeking deeper contact, harder pressure. He gave her what she wanted and he gave it eagerly because it was what he needed, as well.

His climax was unlike anything he’d ever felt before in his life and Molly’s screams were lost in their kiss along with his own.

***

AFTER THEY CAME BACK to earth, Hunter pulled Molly tight against him, his exhaustion obvious. Molly fought sleep, knowing she had to tiptoe back upstairs before they were caught together, but she couldn’t resist a few more minutes in his arms. He snuggled into her from behind, his arm around her waist, his face in the crook of her neck, his breathing finally slow and even.

So now she knew. She knew what it was like to make love to Hunter and the experience had exceeded her wildest dreams. She’d been more uninhibited than she’d been with any man in her life, more open, more giving, more concerned about his needs and desires. Everything with Hunter could be summed up in one word.

MORE.

Which also translated into not enough, but Molly knew even a lifetime with this man wouldn’t satisfy her. She’d been offered that lifetime and turned it down.

Hunter had responded by going on with his life in a way Molly had not done. He’d been with other women since his proposal. She’d avoided all men. He’d partied. She’d found family and stability. And now that she wanted a future with Hunter more than anything, now that she could give him her heart with no qualification and no reservation, she understood he’d just shown her the extent of what he was willing to give.