Taming Molly: Heroes of Henderson ~ Book 2.5 A DuVal Cousins Quickie (8 page)
“Oh, I’m not just standing in your bedroom. I’m about to take off my clothes.”
“No. No, no, no.
I’m
about to take off your clothes.”
Whatever
. Antsy just to have them off, Molly spun, twisting the length of her hair into a bun and holding it high so that Josh had access to the zipper of her dress. But that wasn’t where the next sensation came. No. She felt his fingertips at both sides of the curve of her waist, resting there. Waiting. She felt them begin to tickle, begin to move, slowly trailing back and forth along the edge of her satin belt. A soft kiss landed on the exposed skin of her neck, sending tingles down from there to the points where his fingertips lingered. Those fingertips were a luxurious treat she hadn’t expected. Even through the fabric of her dress, her body relished his touch. So focused on the divine sensations, she hardly noticed when her tulle skirt disappeared.
The rich warmth of his voice rumbled gently against her ear. “I liked watching you flit around the wedding in all this puffy stuff. Made you look like a grown-up fairy princess. I kept expecting to see wings, because it certainly took me all night to capture you.” He nuzzled into her neck then, tickling her as he did. The skirt may have vanished, but his fingertips were back at her sides, moving in lazy circles at her waist.
His touch, she was discovering, was a unique and precious thing. Slow and easy. Sensuous even in its light playfulness. All of her focus moved to the sensations being created by his fingertips as they drifted slowly up and down her sides, feeling every tantalizing touch through the sheer fabric of her dress.
“You know the male mind can run itself off on some peculiar tangents,” he whispered as he caressed her. “All night, I just kept wondering, ‘If she’s wearing emerald from head to toe, what color is she wearing underneath?’”
Those fingertips made a lazy sweep across her back and finally up to the top of her spine. Keeping true to form, they dazzled even as they maneuvered the zipper slowly down her back. His lips added to her pleasure by trailing after his light touch, placing soft, slow, kisses on her flesh as it was exposed.
Her head fell forward as she reveled in his touch. For the first time ever, she was not in a race to get rid of her clothes. For the first time ever, wearing clothes just so they could be taken off—like this, with such poignant grace, such intense focus—made sense.
Josh.
His fingertips led his palms as they flattened across her shoulder blades and drifted into the space between skin and fabric. He pushed the dress from her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her exposed from the waist up, except for her pretty lace bra, which was not emerald green.
She actually heard Josh swallow.
It made her smile.
Pretty much everything Josh did made her smile.
She felt those magic fingertips draw a lazy path down to her hips, where he managed to scoot his hands inside her dress, linger over her hips, and slide the fabric south enough where it then fell to the floor. Molly turned her head to the side to look at Josh behind her, and caught him staring at her ass.
“Nude?” he exclaimed in shock. “All night long, you were nude under the dress?”
“I wasn’t nude,” she insisted, turning around to face him. She held her arms out wide to prove it.
Josh sputtered, “Well, well…this,” he said, throwing out a hand toward her torso, “is practically the same thing. I was expecting emerald green. Or red. Or bright pink.”
Molly looked down at her matching lace lingerie. Yes, it could be considered nude in color, and it did sort of blend in with her skin tone, but she thought it was pretty. “You don’t like it?”
“On the contrary,” Josh said, reaching down to pick up her tulle skirt. “I like it very much. I like it a lot better than red, or green, or anything—anything at all that I could imagine. Only, now….”
“Now what?”
“Now, I want to see what you look like in nothing but your fairy princess skirt and….” He flashed his hand in front of her chest and hips. “Whatever you call that. May I?” He stepped forward and drew the skirt back around her naked waist, fumbling a bit with the catch on the bow, but as long as his fingertips were fussing over her flesh, Molly was content to let him handle it.
“There,” he said, stepping back and appraising. His mouth hung open, his dreamy eyes explored up and down her body. For a woman who had no problem standing naked for hours as an artist’s model, she suddenly felt overexposed. In an effort to “do something” and to extend Josh’s obvious appreciation, she began a slow twirl in front of him. Taking time to smooth the layers of tulle that had wrinkled, fluffing out the pretty green skirt, coming around to owning her femininity in a way she never had before.
As she came full circle, her heart opened and embraced the man who stood dumbfounded in front of her.
“You are exquisite,” he whispered. “There is not another word for it,” he said as his gaze moved to her face, to her eyes, as he smiled an I’m-not-quite-believing-what-is-happening smile. “Molly DuVal.”
“In the flesh.”
He started to take off his jacket. She came forward and began to untie his bow tie, but let it lay undone around his neck as she started with the top stud of his shirt. “Can I get you to show me one thing before we take all this off?”
“A condom?” he asked in all seriousness.
“No,” she laughed. “But that’s good too.” Her hands went back to work opening up his shirt. “It’s just that while you were picturing me in my underwear, I was picturing you…sort of…like this.” She finished by unzipping his pants in one fast move and then standing back.
“Here,” she said, grabbing up his jacket. “Hold this like a model would. Over your shoulder. Right, right—now put your other hand in the pocket of your pants. Perfect,” she said, her gaze rolling over him, assessing him from head to toe with an artistic eye. She made a few tweaks to his shirt, turned his head to the side a bit and then stood back and took him in.
“And there you are. Hot Poindexter. Cover model for IQ Weekly.”
“Hot what?” he exclaimed.
“My pet name for you in high school,” she said, still taken in by the whole of the man in front of her. “Because you were hot…and, you know…crazy smart.”
“Can I move now?”
“Ahhh—” Molly let her eyes rove over him one last time before saying, “Sure.”
“Good.” Josh dropped his jacket, tore off his shirt, and had Molly dumped on the bed behind her before she knew what was happening.
“Poindexter,” he mumbled in discontent as he kicked off his pants.
Molly shrieked and rolled to the center of the bed, covering her eyes as Josh made to leap on it and her. A hand grabbed her shoulder, rolling her flat on to her back. She was caged in by his arms and it thrilled her. Completely.
“Back to me being in charge,” he said. “There will be no wrestling with me for the top.”
“What if I like the top?” she said, licking her lips.
“That would not come as a surprise to me,” he said, leaning down and getting his lips tangled up with hers. “I’m just willing,” he said as they kissed, laying his body slowly against hers, “to work real hard,” he said as his hands went underneath her to unhook her bra, “at changing your mind.”
She raised her arms as he slid the lace off. “Not much to all this now is there?” he said, studying her bra a moment before he tossed it away. “Where were we?” he teased. But when his gaze traveled down to her chest, his expression grew taut and serious.
“Molly,” he breathed as he looked his fill. “Molly. You steal my breath.” He let his body tip to the side, his arm bending, bringing up a hand to support his head. Then his other arm came up, letting his fingertips trail over what his eyes beheld.
They trailed across the upper curves of her breasts, delicately, as if they were gliding over precious silk. She watched his earnest expression as he noticed goosebumps form under his touch. Had a man ever looked at her like this before? Been so enthralled? Had a man ever taken the time to
study
her as Josh was doing? His thumb came from below and then his hand flattened underneath her breast and slid up, his open palm swirling over her peaked nipple. She closed her eyes, relishing his attention.
His lips pressed against hers, opening her up to a soul-stirring kiss before he pulled away and began using his mouth to tantalized the rest of her body. He told her he was going to take his time, as his tongue worked its magic on her breasts. He told her he was going to be taking her apart, as he unfastened her skirt with his teeth. He promised he would put her back together again after he was done, as he slid her lace undies down to her knees. A possessive hand spread one knee to the side, leaving her foot trapped against her other knee and bound by her panties.
She stroked her nails over his scalp, through his short butterscotch locks as those talented fingertips toyed their way slowly along her damp, needy center. And true to his word, when his mouth went to work, he took her apart, bit by teeny…tiny…bit.
Chapter Nine
“Come on, Princess,” Josh whispered against her cheek. “I promised I’d have you to your daddy’s by first light.”
Molly groaned into the mattress.
“Come on. We’re runnin’ out of moonlight here.”
“I don’t care,” she croaked. “You promised you’d put me back together, and I am about as undone as I can be.”
There was no doubting the damn man had an app for that. He had an arsenal full of tricks, and over the past three hours, he had shown off every one of them. Tricks to keep her off kilter, tricks to make her feel things she’d never felt before, tricks that allowed him to take his damn time once he finally, finally pushed all that magnificent length inside of her. He had her begging for more right before she pleaded for release. And what a release it was. She smiled at the memory. She’d never felt so complete. So spent. So enamored. All she wanted to do was curl up into his arms and hold on to Josh. But those crazy fingertips of his only took about ten minutes to get her all riled up and eager for more.
Of course, that’s when she broke the rules by scrambling on top of his long body. But after all his earlier efforts, he seemed happy to lie back and watch her go.
“Come on.” He slapped her bare tushy to get her moving. “We do not want our little dalliance to end up being the lead story at all the hot gossip spots. The faster we get you moved back to Henderson, the faster I can manhandle you back into my bed.”
She smiled, rolling over onto her back and stretching luxuriously, loving the idea of coming back to this bed. “I look forward to being manhandled.”
She heard him mumble, “Give me strength,” before he started throwing her clothes at her. “If I wasn’t already dressed, I swear your daddy would be painting his gun white in about five months. Princess, I am fresh out of condoms, so if you don’t have an interest in a shotgun wedding, you’d best be gettin’ yourself dressed. Fast.”
She would. She’d make it home before first light because that was what her Hot Poindexter wanted. But first, she knelt on the bed and captured him with her arms and lips.
“Just in case I have to make a quick exit,” she said as she kissed him, “I want you to know….”
When the kiss dragged on, Josh finally pulled away and said, “What? You want me to know…what?”
He must have seen it then. Everything she couldn’t find the words to convey was surely there, banked within the emotion drowning her eyes.
“So much for best laid plans,” he said, then mumbled something about the human factor as he took her mouth in his patent soul-stirring kiss and laid her down.
It was past noon, and just as church was letting out, when the two of them strolled hand-in-hand up big Jim’s drive, wearing exactly what they’d had on the night before.
Thanks for reading Taming Molly. I sure hope you enjoyed it. If you’re curious about all those Henderson romances, from Hale and Genevra to Lolly, Brooks, and Vance, check out:
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