Page 39 of Striker
He curled his pinkie into the center strip of her panties, pulling the material aside. Her fingers landed on his shoulders.
He kissed the inside of her leg. Her pussy glistened, wet and waiting. Glancing up the length of her body, he watched her chest rise and fall. Her free hand twisted in the covers and her face was locked on the ceiling.
Tense.
That wasn’t how he wanted her.
“Molly.” Command rode on the tantalizing syllables of her name.
She started, then dipped her chin to look at him, her face tight and her hair messy against the pillow. “Yes,” she squeaked.
He fought a smile. She looked so damn innocent, as if she’d never fucking had a guy chillin’ face-first between her legs. He stroked his fingers over the ridges of her flesh.
“Ohmigod.” She withered, twisting her hand further into the blanket.
He froze. “Is this the first time . . .”
She wet her lips, then shook her head. “No. It’s just—” He stroked her again, this time dipping inside her. She gasped. “Been a very long time.”
Well, hell. He had questions about that, but he’d save those for later. “Just relax, Molly. I want you to enjoy this, not have a heart attack.”
She curled further into the pillow. “Sorry.”
He pushed onto his arms and stretched over her body but didn’t lie on top of her. With his hands braced above her shoulders, he bit back a growl. “Don’t ever apologize, Molly. You’ve got nothin’ to be sorry about.”
Some of the tension left her face, but she rolled her lips together. “Okay.”
Dammit, had he fucked this up? He didn’t want to be an ass, but he also didn’t want her to think he was just here to get laid. Gently, he cupped her jaw and lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her leisurely, stroking his tongue into her mouth.
With that one kiss, all her unease seemed to melt away. She slithered her hands under his shirt and toyed with his abs. His tongue melded with hers, both of them licking as if they were fucking starving.
“Atlas,” she said between kisses. “I want you.”
“Good, ’cause I want you, too. Shaking and coming, preferably.”
She laughed. The sound was light and carefree. “Sounds good to me.”
He kissed her lips one last time before traveling south, sliding his mouth down past her navel.
Chapter
Ten
Molly watched Atlas’s face dip between her legs. He pulled her panties farther away from her sex, and good lord, seeing the strip of material wrapped around his finger was the most erotic thing she’d ever witnessed.
His tongue touched her folds and she melted. He wanted her relaxed, but her loins were wound so tightly she was afraid she’d combust before he went any further.
“Breathe, Molly,” he said, humor lifting his words.
She forced her body to sink deeper into the mattress and loosened her grip on the blanket. He licked into her lazily, as if he had all the time in the world. Pleasure infused her cells as blood rushed to the delicate skin.
“Christ, Molly. You taste so damn good.” The sound of his low voice laced with need made goosebumps race over her skin.
He closed his mouth over her hood, sucking.
She cried out, turning her face into the pillow.
He broke his hold. “Baby, if you’ve gotta scream, do it. Don’t hide from me.”
