Molly gripped his shoulders as he carried her like she weighed nothing more than a bag of flour. Swallowing hard as her heartbeat sped up, she suddenly realized that this was really happening between them. Dozens of doubts flooded her mind, but every single one of them fled as he walked into his spacious bedroom and placed her in the center of his huge bed.
Licking her lips as she watched him kick off his shoes and push his slacks down over his lean hips, she caught her breath. His body was ripped perfection. Toned, well-muscled arms...hard, lickable six pack...firm thighs… and the longest, thickest cock she’d ever seen in her life. Letting her eyes drift over him again, she blinked as she noticed a small tattoo just above his hip. “You’ve got a tat?” she asked, sitting up on the bed so that she could caress the small Celtic cross that he had on his skin. “Straight-laced, serious Devil Delancy did something daring?” she teased, peeking up at him through her lowered lashes.
Chuckling, he brushed his fingers against her jaw as her fingertips traced the cross on his hip. “One very drunken night in college a very long time ago.”
“It’s pretty,” she praised, leaning into his hand as she noticed his bobbing cock close to her lips.
Following her gaze, his lips curved wickedly. “I really hope you’re talking about the tat and not my dick, sweetheart.”
“Hmmmm,” she hummed, pressing a finger to her lips as she considered both.
“You are truly hell on a man’s confidence, Molly Ramsey,” he growled, gazing down at her as she smiled up at him.
“As far as I know, confidence has never been an attribute you lacked,” Molly replied with a giggle, lifting one hand to caress him again. “But if you really need to have your ego stroked, I’ll do my best to comply,” she promised softly. His low groan of approval emboldened her, and she slowly brought him to her mouth, brushing her lips lightly against the flushed head of his cock. Inhaling deeply, she gazed at his sizeable arousal and shivered as she thought about him filling her. Darting her tongue out to sweep against his tip, she heard his harsh, indrawn breath.
“Jesus, Molly,” he growled as her wet tongue slid against his hot skin. “Don’t tease a starving man, woman.” Watching as she parted her lips and encased the head of his dick in the smoldering heat of her mouth, he groaned. Now, that was a sexy sight, watching her mouth descend over his swollen flesh. Burying a hand in her hair, he guided her head over him as he thrust carefully between her parted lips.
Swirling her tongue around the ridge of his penis, Molly hummed happily as Devil cursed, his voice low and raw as his fingers tightened in her hair. Hearing his reaction only empowered her, fueling both her hunger and her desire. She had to admit that she wasn’t exactly an expert in this area, but she knew enough. Bracing her hands against his thick thighs, she slid her mouth over him, suckling his flesh and stroking her tongue over the vein that ran the length of his cock.
Grunting as his dick met the back of her throat, Devil released an agonized sound that echoed through the bedroom. Her soft lips were wreaking havoc on his control. His too-long ignored libido had shifted into overdrive, and he was seconds away from losing his mind. “Molly, baby,” he gasped, pulling himself free of her greedy mouth with his last ounce of self-control, “Lie down, sweetheart.”
“But…”
Cupping her face in his hands, he met her confused eyes. “Trust me, Molly. Lie down,” he ordered, urging her to her back before crawling between her legs. “It’s my turn to explore,” he murmured, pressing an openmouthed kiss to the inside of one shapely thigh.
Sizzle: Chapter Twenty-Seven
Molly gasped as she realized what he meant to do. “Devil, you don’t need to….ohhhhh,” she whimpered as his mouth covered her, his tongue parting her swollen folds and dragging along her feminine lips. Bucking underneath the heat of his mouth, she moaned.
Very rarely had a man given her this kind of sensual attention, and never had it been with such skill. Sure, she’d had sex before...and at the time, she would have actually thought of it as making love. But now, she realized how deeply the connection could be. And how talented her lover was!
“You taste as sweet as I imagined you would, Molly,” he whispered, dropping a gentle kiss against the hood hiding her clit. Nudging it with the tip of his tongue, he felt her stiffen in anticipation. Using his thumbs, he spread her gently and groaned as the pink delectable bud appeared. “So pretty,” he breathed, pulling the morsel between his lips and rolling it against his tongue. No matter how many times Devil had fantasized about this moment, nothing compared to the reality of having Molly in his bed, writhing beneath him.
How could she give words to the sudden passion that was invading her very soul? With every touch of his tongue against her needy skin, she could only plead for more. Her entire body suddenly seemed to be sizzling from the inside out, her nerve endings twitching and burning in abject need. Molly’s vision got foggy as shards of the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced pierced through every limb.
“Devil,” she moaned, churning her hips as he lapped the juices slipping from her body. “Yes!” she wailed as two of his blunt fingers pierced her core and his tongue circled the sensitized bundle of nerves at the apex of her womanhood. She screamed as he hummed low in his throat against her clit. The vibrations against her flesh rendered her nearly insensible. It had been so long since anyone had pleasured her this way, and she was desperate for release.
“That’s it, baby,” Devil purred, watching as she raised her hips to meet the shallow thrust of his fingers. “Fuck my hand. Let me get you nice and ready for me,” he growled, licking her clit again as her pussy clamped around his fingers. “You’re so tight, Molly,” he praised between gentle nibbles to her swollen bud. “I’m going to love fucking you.”
Everything he said only made her want him more. Clawing at the pillow behind her hair, she whimpered as his fingers curled inside her and he laid a heavy palm on her abdomen and pressed gently. “Oh, God!” she shrieked as he found a hidden spot deep within her that seemed to erupted with pleasure every time his fingers brushed against it. No one had ever touched that place before. She hadn’t even known it existed. “Devil!” she gasped, arching her hips as his lips closed around her clit and tugged gently.
Sensation flooded her and her vision dimmed as he coaxed her toward the precipice of passion. “DevilDevilDevilDevil,” she chanted, shaking her head against the pillow as his mouth ate insistently at her flesh and his fingers curled and stroked. “I’m going to cum! I’m gonna cum hard,” she screamed as her body went up in flames.
“Fuck, yes! Cream for me, baby! Give it to me,” he bit out hoarsely, lifting his head to watch her face contort as the agonized pleasure consumed her and her pussy convulsed around his fingers. Her screams of ecstasy were better than any high. Quickening the thrusts of his hand, he kept his eyes on her as his tongue flicked her slick button with furious laps of his tongue as her pussy gushed with her syrupy essence, coating his fingers. “So beautiful,” he breathed, pressing gentle kisses against her swollen folds as she came down from her high.
Tears slipped down Molly’s cheeks as Devil dropped soothing kisses against her stomach, her chest, her breasts. She’d never experienced an orgasm so intense… so satisfying. Kissing his damp lips as he reached her mouth, she tasted herself on his lips. “I’ve never… you made me… Oh, God,” she gasped, shaking her head as she met his smoky blue eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” Devil whispered, kissing her lips again as he brushed the hair off her cheeks. “So beautiful,” he breathed before kissing her again, more deeply this time.
Opening her mouth, she teased his tongue with hers, pulling another deep sound from his throat. She loved that she could inspire those passionate noises. “It’s your turn,” she whispered, brushing her nose against his as his heavy manhood flexed between them.
“Molly, we don’t have to…mmmfff…”
Covering his mouth with her hand, Molly shook her head.
“I want to.” Lifting her head, she ghosted his lips with hers. “You want to, too,” she offered seductively, dropping her hand to cup him with her palm. “Don’t you?” she asked, stroking him slowly. Somehow, she knew deep inside that she wanted this man...this man that she was fairly certain that she loved...to experience the same magnificent pleasure as she just had. She wanted to be the one to make him give up control, to cause him to writhe in delicious agony as he found that sweet release in her body.
She wanted to give him herself.
Resting his forehead against hers, Devil growled low in his throat. “You have no idea how much. There’s just one small problem,” he admitted reluctantly as he suddenly groaned, mentally kicking himself for not being prepared for this moment. The downside to living like a monk was that you really didn’t feel a need to have condoms readily available.
“Devil, you’ve got a naked, willing woman underneath you. What kind of problem could you possibly have?” Molly questioned breathlessly. Already she could feel her body stirring beneath his. The wanton siren she kept buried inside was clawing for freedom.
“Condoms,” he supplied succinctly, his eyes boring into hers. “I don’t have any. So, unless you’d like to get an early start on an effort to give my grandmother some of those great-grandchildren that she wants so much – which, by the way, I’m not averse to doing – we can’t continue this little interlude. Unless,” Devil continued hopefully, “You’re on birth control. Tell me you’re on birth control, Molly.” He was damn close to begging. Even he couldn’t deny that. His cock ached, his balls throbbed, and he was rapidly reaching the point where he was entirely ready to throw caution to the wind, damning the consequences and taking what she offered him.
He wanted her. With every fiber of his being, he wanted to bury himself in her gorgeous body and feel that amazing freedom that could only come from her.
“Why would I be on birth control?” Molly asked. “I haven’t had sex in two years!”
She was yelling. Loudly. In his ear.
Wincing, Devil rolled on his back.
“You couldn’t have thought about the fact that you weren’t prepared for this before stripping me naked and putting me in your bed?” she complained, pulling the pillow from beneath his head and shielding her body with it. How had her earlier romantic, passionate thoughts suddenly been shattered....for the lack of a freaking rubber?
His head thumped against the mattress as she jerked his custom-made pillow from underneath him. Rubbing a hand across his eyes, he groaned. “I forgot,” he mumbled.
“You forgot?” she asked incredulously, thumping him angrily with the feather pillow. “He forgot,” she muttered, lifting her eyes to the ceiling and shaking her head, her long hair sliding against her shoulders. “Did you hear that God? HE FORGOT!”
“Sweetheart, I wasn’t exactly planning on having you seduce me,” he groaned, lifting his head to stare at her. “Pardon me for not being prepared. Would you rather I have had a half empty box of condoms in the nightstand?”
“First, I did not seduce you, you ass,” Molly retorted, huffing out an agitated breath as she made herself comfortable in the middle of the bed. “I came here to negotiate the terms of our stupid bridal bargain. You are the one that couldn’t keep his lips, hands and assorted manly parts to himself. And yeah, for the freaking record, half a box of condoms would have been handy,” she added tartly, blowing a strand of red hair out of her face.
“Condoms would have meant I’d been having sex which I haven’t had in over a year myself!” he countered, his own voice lifting to match hers. “Having condoms would have only given you something to hold against me. I am not sorry for my condom-less state.” Glancing down at his still hard penis, he grimaced. “Well, maybe I’m a little sorry,” he amended with an unsatisfied sigh. “Having a raging hard-on isn’t exactly a comfortable experience, Molly, especially since it’s the second evening in a row that I’ve led the General into battle and disappointed him.”
“Last night was not my fault,” Molly argued pertly, pulling his pillow against her breasts and glaring at him as he tried to turn the tables on her.
“Yeah? Did you have condoms at your place last night?” Devil asked her, his dark eyes narrowing on her face.
“No,” Molly mumbled into the pillowcase. Why would a born-again virgin need a supply of rubbers? She wasn’t even sure she remembered how to put one on a guy. Eyeing Devil’s still erect penis out of the corner of her eye, she also wasn’t sure she’d ever find one to fit that monster between his legs.
“Obviously you weren’t a girl scout either, then,” he declared with a smirk. “Neither one of us was prepared for this.”
Sizzle: Chapter Twenty-Eight
Well, she definitely agreed with that statement, Molly thought grimly. She wasn’t prepared for anything she was feeling at the moment.
The horniness, the excitement, the white-hot passion. Certainly not her overwhelming feelings for the man lying on his back and staring at the ceiling beside her.
All of it had taken her by surprise.
“Put that python back in your pants, Devil. I won’t be tryin’ to wrangle your snake anymore tonight,” she informed him primly as she tugged the oversized pillow more tightly against her naked breasts. Watching it bob fruitlessly in the air was distracting, and she had things to say.
“A condom! A condom! My kingdom for a fucking condom,” Devil growled under his breath as he rolled on his side and sat up on the bed. “I’m a frickin’ millionaire. I could buy a condom factory.”
Molly’s lips twitched as she listened to him grumble. Biting her lip as she watched him rise and cross the room to the dresser, she eyed his firm butt lustfully. Good heavens but the Lord had been exceedingly kind to Devil Delancy when He’d constructed the man’s gorgeous body. Too bad He hadn’t worked a little harder at everything else that made the man who he was.
“I can feel you staring,” Devil said without turning around, stepping into the silk boxers he pulled from a drawer.
“No, I’m not,” she said quickly. Too quickly.
“Sure, you’re not,” he chuckled, turning to watch a guilty flush climb up her embarrassed face. Damn, she was gorgeous. “Like what you see?” he asked, ambling toward the master bath and pulling his thick robe off the hook.
“At the moment? Not really. The moment has passed,” she retorted, snatching the robe from his hand when he returned from the bathroom and extended it to her. Lying was the only missile she had in her arsenal at that moment, and she was not afraid to use it.
“Pity,” Devil murmured, watching her breasts lift enticingly as she slid her arms into the robe. “I love what I see.”
Molly quickly cinched the belt of the robe tightly around her waist, cutting off his view. “Too bad. This public viewing is now closed.” Shivering as he smirked, she shook her head. She needed to get control of the situation. Jabbing a finger at him as she stood, Molly lifted her chin. “This never happened, Devil.”
“Considering that I’m still hard as a rock for you, I’d say either you’re delusional or naïve, Molly.” Devil settled his hand over his hips as he faced her, blocking the door. “Based on the way you handled my cock, I’m gonna assume you’re the former rather than the latter.”
“Hey!” Molly yelped indignantly, her eyebrows drawing together. He made it sound like she was some kind of pro at seduction, and the truth was that she was anything BUT. She just happened to be an enthusiastic student, eager to learn new things. That wasn’t a crime, was it?
“Sweetheart, there was nothing innocent about the way you handled me,” Devil stated patiently, enjoying the deepening blush staining her cheeks. “That’s just a fact that can’t be denied. But to address your earlier statement, this happened, Molly. It’s going to happen again,” he warned deeply, taking a step toward her. “Only next time, I’m going to have an economy-sized box of condoms on hand, and we’re going to use them all.”
Molly’s breathi
ng got shallower the nearer he drew to where she stood. “You’re awfully confident for a guy that got shot down. Twice.” She wriggled two fingers under his nose.
“Yeah,” he agreed, “I am confident. Mainly because you didn’t shoot me down, angel. Fate did. You wanted me as badly as I wanted you. We just had a few technical difficulties.”
“Maybe that should tell you something,” Molly replied hastily, taking a step back as he began to crowd her. “Maybe it should tell us both something. This isn’t supposed to happen between us, Dev. Tonight was just another sign from above.”
“The only thing this little interlude told me is that I need to buy stock in Trojan condoms,” Devil returned with a chuckle. “And the only sign I’m seeing is that perhaps the Almighty wants my ring on your finger before I take you to bed with me. Because make no mistake here, Molly, you will be going to bed with me. Soon,” he stressed, dropping his hands to her hips and pulling her against him.
“Are you deliberately trying to frustrate me?” Molly protested, staring up into his deep blue eyes. How was she ever going to survive this situation...this freaking marriage? “We are not a good idea, Devil. You antagonize me and I infuriate you. One of us will end up killing the other if you insist on marriage. And I plan on living a long time, so, what’s that tell you?”
“Mols, are you going to stand there and deny that there are sparks between us?” Devil questioned, growing annoyed by her obstinacy.
“Oh, there are sparks alright!” Molly nodded furiously. “You know what happens when there are sparks, Devil? Usually, it leads to fire. Ours is gonna be a deadly inferno that’s going to blaze a path through Atlanta. General Sherman has been there and done that. I already saw this movie! I know how it ends. I hate reruns.”
“Don’t you think that’s a little dramatic?”
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