Life Rewired (Aspen Friends, Book 3) (24 page)

I stood back and searched her eyes. I hadn’t told her anything yet. “What makes you say that?”

“Even if she hadn’t told Viv about your recent change in relationship, the woman showed up on the jobsite all turned inside out about you. That doesn’t happen to someone who’s just your friend.”

I caught the faint smirk on her face. “How long you been dying to tell me about that?”

“Hey, you used to pepper me with advice about my dating life all the time.”

My mouth nudged open. “You were a baby with no experience. It was my duty to fold you into the sisterhood and steer you right.”

“Fine, don’t tell me then.” She tried to make it sound like a sulk, but Natalie never sulked. “Just let me say that Molly’s great, and you guys seem like you’d work.”

I felt my head nodding without thinking about it. I glanced around the house again. “I like the place.”

“I’ll call the author and hopefully everything will work out.” She gestured to the couch. “Want to stay a while and watch some TV?”

“Vivian’s not coming over?”

“She and Dwight are out dancing.”

I thought about how Dwight moved. He was both fluid and athletic. He could easily be a dancer. “I’m going to have to pass for tonight.”

“Hot date?” Her eyebrows waggled.

“Very,” I smiled and slipped out the door before she could try teasing me. Molly was waiting back at her place.

On the drive over, I thought about tonight. We’d only seen each other a few times since the night we made up. Every night ended with a kiss or several kisses that got hotter and hotter, but so far, we’d kept our clothes on. As if we both realized that getting naked a second time would mean the next step for us. No going back to being just friends. I was okay with that. I was pretty sure she was, too.

“How’s the place?” Molly greeted me at the door to her apartment.

“Perfect.”

She pulled me inside and kissed me hello. God, what she could do with her lips. Just like that, I went from feeling excited to see her to hot and breathless to see more of her.

“That means you’re all set to stay in town, right? No more worries there?” Her hopeful eyes searched mine when she stepped back.

“She’s got to get the author’s okay.” I didn’t realize until that moment how much I was hoping she would get his approval. I didn’t want to leave my job or Molly.

“He will. Glory likes you and, according to Nat, this guy listens to anything Glory says.”

“Keeping my fingers crossed.”

She held up her own crossed fingers. “Oh, hey, Kelsey called. She and her boyfriend are playing pool tonight. She asked if we wanted to join.”

“I like Kelsey. She’s funny.”

“But?”

“But,” I started, thinking about it for only a moment.

Her pupils dilated before my eyes. Breath came faster from the lips she was alternately biting and licking. The action spiked my pulse and that was all it took.

In the next second I was pressed up against her. “I can think of something more fun to do tonight.”

Her smile kicked up a tornado in my stomach. “Yeah? Me, too.” She gripped my sides and walked us backwards to the couch. Halfway there, her lips found mine.

“God, you’re a good kisser.” I barely held back the moan that had been threatening since she’d touched me at the door.

“You’re a good everything,” Molly whispered.

“Bedroom this time,” I insisted, not wanting to have to break apart at any point tonight to fall asleep later.

Molly’s laugh vibrated against my neck where her lips had wandered. I shivered and clutched her arms. She spun around and reached back to pull me with her. I wrapped my hands around her waist from behind. My pelvis cupped her exceptional rear as we walked glued together.

She reached out for the remote to flip on her stereo as we made our way into the bedroom. Someone I’d never heard but instantly liked sang to us about love. How very appropriate.

I took control once we got to the bedroom. She got it first last time. It was only fair I had my turn first this time. Her wide eyes showed both surprise and delight when I pushed her onto the bed. I didn’t let her think about wanting to protest before I straddled her and started working on her sleeveless shirt with what looked like a million buttons.

“Why did I wear this shirt?” Molly’s hands mixed with mine to get it free of her body.

I laughed and leaned down to kiss her as I got the last button free. I pushed it off her shoulders and sucked in a breath at the black cotton bra she was wearing. Her small breasts were tucked away. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the hidden gems.

My hands cupped them, forgetting about getting her naked right now. She leaned back, allowing me to do whatever I wanted. Damn, that was sexy. A woman so secure and so generous that she didn’t need to rush this experience.

“Feels good, Falyn,” she breathed out.

I kissed a trail down her neck to her chest. One of her hands came up to grip the back of my head. I flicked the front clasp of her bra and watched her breasts come into view. My lips immediately went to the closest nipple. With one lick, it puckered and stiffened in my mouth. I moaned at how responsive her breasts were. She seemed to enjoy this as much as anything I did to her.

The hand gripping my head reached down to pull up my shirt. I didn’t want to let go of her nipple, but I needed to be naked with her. Decisions, decisions. I popped off her nipple with a loud slurp and helped Molly pull my shirt over my head. She eased my hips back until I was again standing. She took her time pulling my jeans and panties off. Her eyes lingered on what she revealed. The look hot and penetrating.

“Stand up, Mol.”

Her eyes pinged up to mine. She saw the urgency I’d been trying to hide. She stood so I could get her all the way naked. Every glorious inch of her toned and, in some places, buff body. If it was possible to look better the second time I saw her even though nothing had changed, she somehow pulled it off.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.

Her eyes widened before a smile graced her lips. I would bet money that no one had ever told her that before. Handsome, striking, hot, sexy, all those things, but the kind of women Molly usually went for would expect to be called beautiful not expect to find Molly beautiful.

My hand skated down her chest and mapped out the ridges of her abdomen. It flexed as she reached around to undo my bra. I felt instantly free.

“You are even more beautiful,” Molly told me before bringing her lips to mine and pressing her gorgeous body against me.

My hands slid up her sides and raked fingernails down her back. She trembled in my arms, moaning into the kiss. I’d been worried that the second time wouldn’t live up to my memories of the first. How could it? It was the best sex I’d ever had. But knowing everything I knew about this glorious body in my hands, I knew this time would be better. And the next would continue the trend.

I coaxed her back onto the bed, crawling up over her as she inched up to the pillows. Her eyes watched me study her, again confident enough to let me take my time. Her breasts called out to me and I couldn’t resist. I leaned down to kiss one then the other. Breath hissed out in a sexy exhale she couldn’t keep in.

“I love what you do to my tits,” she sighed, closing her eyes as my tongue lashed against one hard bud. She practically vaulted off the bed when my teeth closed around it and applied pressure.

I loved what I was doing, too. In fact, I was beginning to love pretty much everything about this and her. “So sensitive.”

“God, yes,” she said through a clenched jaw. She brought her hands up to squeeze my breasts. Her index and middle fingers tightening around my hard nipples and pulling toward her. Damn that felt good.

I lifted a leg and settled it between hers. Her thighs, burning hot, clamped my knee between them, hitching up to get me prone. “Impatient.”

She pulled on my nipples again, making it so damn hard to concentrate. “Don’t hold out, foxy.”

“Oh, I won’t, hot stuff.” I glided up her body and shifted to the side.

“Where are you going?” She tried to roll to line our bodies up, but I held her in place.

“Right here. Let me have my way this time. You got first go last time.”

She frowned. “And last time, you were on top of me. That worked. Like really worked.”

I chuckled at the desperation clogging her tone. She was worried that I wouldn’t bring her off. “I know what I’m doing, Molly.”

“But you did so well last time.”

I tilted up and over, kissing her worried mouth. My tongue dove inside, winding around hers in a teasing little chase. A hand slid over her breast, flicking her nipple as my thigh pressed against her center.

When she rocked her hips for more friction, I pulled away. Breathless and amped up, I tried to keep from spontaneously climaxing.

She groaned in frustration. “You stopped.”

“I’ll say it again,” I told her, bringing my hand down her flat stomach before rotating to glide over the soft bristles of her mound and skating along her wet, plump lips. “I know what I’m doing.”

We both groaned when my middle finger delved through then back up to her engorged clit. Molly’s hips lurched up toward my hand, wanting more pressure. I ignored the hint and lightly began to rub circles over the slick bundle of nerves.

“Harder, Falyn.”

I continued with the same pressure, liking the sway of her hips as she reached for what she wanted. I set my palm on her trimmed mound and kept circling her clit.

“Harder,” she moaned again, tilting her hips up. “I need it.”

“No, you don’t, Mol. I’m not going to almost hurt you again.”

“It’s the only way.” Her voice was strained.

I gave a soft laugh and kissed her mouth again to ease her tension. “We’re learning a new way. Soft and light and teasing and so, so good.”

My finger continued its swirling dance over her pulsing clit. I dragged my mouth over the column of her throat, pulling skin between my teeth at the bend of her neck. My hips brushed against her thigh and I seized up, holding back my climax. I couldn’t believe I was that close and she hadn’t touched me with her hands yet.

“Oh God, Falyn,” she groaned, her hand coming around my back to grip my side and the other moving up to cup a breast. “I’m close. How are you doing this?”

“You’re doing this. Feels good soft, doesn’t it?”

“Yes!” she shouted when my finger went from circles to swipes. “Falyn, ahh, God, Falyn.”

“Yeah, Molly, you’re right there.”

My finger drummed lightly against her clit. I tilted my hips down for full contact on her muscular thigh. Goddamn, I had to last longer than she did this time. I went back to circling again as I slid up her thigh. Her hands gripped my hips and helped me rock against her.

“Come with me,” she cried as she climaxed against my hand.

I was mesmerized by the violent jerking of her head and torso as she came harder than any of the times before. When her thigh twitched against me, I forgot how mesmerized I was and exploded with my own fierce orgasm. My body roiled and rocked through the spasms. I tried to stay upright and wring every twitch from her. Her hands pulled me down on top of her, and the extra stimulation set off another mini-climax for me.