gesture that made her look small, cute, and vulnerable.
“I’m okay with that,” he decided, pulling her along to his car. He swung the passenger door open and seated her inside.
Once he got in, he started the car up and turned the radio down. If he stopped to think about what was going on, he’d be scared to death. The fact that he made Molly DuVal nervous evened the playing field.
He put the car in drive, reached over, and took her hand, holding on to it all the way home.
***
The tiny house Josh rented was stacked with books, CDs, games, game systems, laptops, monitors, computers, and computer parts. Molly took in the lone leather La-Z-Boy chair in front of the huge flat screen TV and said, “I take it you don’t entertain much.”
“Nope. And standing here looking at it through your eyes, I now see why. Probably need a couch. Maybe some bookshelves to store all this crap. Hard to believe I’m lonely when my place looks like this,” he joked.
Molly wandered toward the kitchen. “Trust me. Owning a couch and some bookshelves doesn’t ward off loneliness.”
“Don’t tell me a rock-star party girl like you gets lonely,” he teased, coming up behind her.
“Desperately,” she breathed.
She felt Josh smooth a hand down the back of her head. It soothed her as much as it heightened her awareness of him. She felt his warmth behind her and closed her eyes as he whispered in her ear. “That’s why we’re fast tracking you back to Henderson. Back to your people. Your lonely days are over.”
She let her neck fall to the side as Josh’s fingers combed her hair back off her shoulder. When she felt his lips drift along the side of her throat, she tried to remember if she’d ever been kissed like this. Simply. Slowly. Delicately. She relaxed into the moment. He had said he wanted to take charge, and if this was how he intended to do it, she was going to relish it.
She licked her lips. “What about you?” she asked quietly. “What about your lonely days?”
She felt his hand fist in her hair as he turned her face toward him. “I’m working on it,” he said, right before his lips captured hers. She smiled, parting her lips, and he took advantage by sliding his tongue in between. That first intimate touch—his tongue on hers—made her body sigh. Heat tingled up her cheeks and crept down her chest. She felt his hands pull her around, pressing her up against him in a way that was so much better than they’d managed on the dance floor. His hand splayed wide and possessively against the center of her back. She liked the feel of that. The feel of what it conveyed.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying the slow, languid way he kissed. Like every tantalizing touch counted. Like he was coaxing her along, not rushing anything. Her body responded by letting go of tension, sinking into his torso ever so slightly, allowing his possession to grow. A contented hum slipped out, unbidden, as her mind started to tune itself down, drifting into a state of pleasure.
Josh’s fingers started with a gentle touch at her temple and then combed back through her hair. So sweet, so easy, that tingles drifted after them. She pulled back slightly, a dazed smile on her lips. She drank in those luscious dark-colored eyes, seeing a seriousness that hadn’t been there before.
“I’d like to take this into the bedroom,” he whispered. She gave a brief nod and bit her lip, dropping her gaze to the floor as he took her by the hand and led her down the hallway.
The giddiness just bubbled up out of nowhere. She tried to suppress it, but by the time she was standing before his bed, she couldn’t help but giggle. Hot Poindexter. After all these years.
“What?” Josh asked, sending his own little laugh back at her.
“Can you believe we are doing this? You and I?”
“If you are asking if I can believe that I’ve got Molly DuVal standing in my bedroom, then no. No, that I cannot believe.”
“Oh,
“I’m okay with that,” he decided, pulling her along to his car. He swung the passenger door open and seated her inside.
Once he got in, he started the car up and turned the radio down. If he stopped to think about what was going on, he’d be scared to death. The fact that he made Molly DuVal nervous evened the playing field.
He put the car in drive, reached over, and took her hand, holding on to it all the way home.
***
The tiny house Josh rented was stacked with books, CDs, games, game systems, laptops, monitors, computers, and computer parts. Molly took in the lone leather La-Z-Boy chair in front of the huge flat screen TV and said, “I take it you don’t entertain much.”
“Nope. And standing here looking at it through your eyes, I now see why. Probably need a couch. Maybe some bookshelves to store all this crap. Hard to believe I’m lonely when my place looks like this,” he joked.
Molly wandered toward the kitchen. “Trust me. Owning a couch and some bookshelves doesn’t ward off loneliness.”
“Don’t tell me a rock-star party girl like you gets lonely,” he teased, coming up behind her.
“Desperately,” she breathed.
She felt Josh smooth a hand down the back of her head. It soothed her as much as it heightened her awareness of him. She felt his warmth behind her and closed her eyes as he whispered in her ear. “That’s why we’re fast tracking you back to Henderson. Back to your people. Your lonely days are over.”
She let her neck fall to the side as Josh’s fingers combed her hair back off her shoulder. When she felt his lips drift along the side of her throat, she tried to remember if she’d ever been kissed like this. Simply. Slowly. Delicately. She relaxed into the moment. He had said he wanted to take charge, and if this was how he intended to do it, she was going to relish it.
She licked her lips. “What about you?” she asked quietly. “What about your lonely days?”
She felt his hand fist in her hair as he turned her face toward him. “I’m working on it,” he said, right before his lips captured hers. She smiled, parting her lips, and he took advantage by sliding his tongue in between. That first intimate touch—his tongue on hers—made her body sigh. Heat tingled up her cheeks and crept down her chest. She felt his hands pull her around, pressing her up against him in a way that was so much better than they’d managed on the dance floor. His hand splayed wide and possessively against the center of her back. She liked the feel of that. The feel of what it conveyed.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying the slow, languid way he kissed. Like every tantalizing touch counted. Like he was coaxing her along, not rushing anything. Her body responded by letting go of tension, sinking into his torso ever so slightly, allowing his possession to grow. A contented hum slipped out, unbidden, as her mind started to tune itself down, drifting into a state of pleasure.
Josh’s fingers started with a gentle touch at her temple and then combed back through her hair. So sweet, so easy, that tingles drifted after them. She pulled back slightly, a dazed smile on her lips. She drank in those luscious dark-colored eyes, seeing a seriousness that hadn’t been there before.
“I’d like to take this into the bedroom,” he whispered. She gave a brief nod and bit her lip, dropping her gaze to the floor as he took her by the hand and led her down the hallway.
The giddiness just bubbled up out of nowhere. She tried to suppress it, but by the time she was standing before his bed, she couldn’t help but giggle. Hot Poindexter. After all these years.
“What?” Josh asked, sending his own little laugh back at her.
“Can you believe we are doing this? You and I?”
“If you are asking if I can believe that I’ve got Molly DuVal standing in my bedroom, then no. No, that I cannot believe.”
“Oh,
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