her cabin to wait. The one room cabin was small but nicely furnished with queen size bed, a small couch, and a low table.
It seemed like an eternity, but it was probably only ten minutes before there was a sharp rap on her cabin door.
Heart in her throat, she opened the door to shoulders so wide they blocked the glow of her porch light and Brady’s heavy lidded gaze.
She motioned for him to come in, her nerves jangling now that he was really here, now that they were really going to do this. Was she supposed to make the first move? Would he? How did this all work again?
“Do you want a drink?” she asked, motioning to the bottle of wine sitting on the table.
“Do you need one?” he asked with a wry smile as he slipped his jacket off his shoulders.
“Maybe,” she admitted. She retrieved two glasses from the bathroom while he opened the bottle.
“You’re nervous,” he said as he poured two glasses of the white.
She nodded. Even if she wanted to deny it, there was no way he could miss the way her hands shook as she held out the glasses for him to fill. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone but—” she cut herself off before she uttered his name. “Sorry. I’m rusty in this whole hooking up thing, but I’m pretty sure it’s bad form to bring up my ex.” She took a sip of her wine, hoping that it, along with the few she’d consumed at the reception, would take the edge off.
“Is that what we’re doing, hooking up?” he said and took a hearty sip from his own glass.
“Isn’t that what the kids are calling it these days?”
He shrugged and bent to put his glass on the table. “I’m not a kid so I guess I wouldn’t know.”
No, he wasn’t a kid. And something, a hard light in his silvery eyes, told her maybe he’d never truly been one.
“I like your dress,” he said, startling her with the abrupt change of subject.
“Thanks,” she said, self-consciously smoothing her hand over the front. “As bridesmaid dresses go, it could be much worse.”
“It would look even better on the floor.”
She gave a startled laugh at the cheesy pick up line and realized he was suddenly standing very close. He took the glass from her hand, put it on the table, and pulled her against him.
“I mean it,” he said, shifting his hips until she could feel the hard bulge of his fly against her stomach. “Take it off.”
Whoa. She’d fantasized about having big, bad Brady in her bed. But was she really prepared for the reality?
Then he kissed her, so hungry and unexpectedly sweet at the same time. “Please,” he murmured against her lips as his hands roamed up her back, searching for the zipper. “I want to see you. I feel like I’ve been waiting all my life to see you.”
Molly didn’t know if it was a line he used on everyone and at the moment she didn’t care, the sheer need in his voice compelling her to give him exactly what he wanted. She felt cool air on her back as he slid the zipper open and helped him push the dress off of her shoulders and down her hips, leaving her in nothing but the thin cream satin bra and matching panties.
Then he stepped back, hands on her hips, staring so long she knew he was disappointed.
She closed her eyes, ruing the body she’d been cursed with since puberty hit like a tornado, changing her practically overnight from a wiry little thing into this.
Too short for the exaggerated curves of her hips, breasts and waist. And even with her recent weight loss, her stomach wasn’t completely flat -
“You are too gorgeous for words,” he breathed.
Her eyes snapped to his face. “What?”
“I mean, I had an idea of what you had going on, spent enough time thinking about it…” he trailed off, his hands tightening around her hips as he pulled to him.
“And you have no idea how hot you are do you?”
She certainly felt hot as he fisted one hand in her hair and tilted her head back for his kiss. Slow, hot, hungry. Sending waves of pulsing
It seemed like an eternity, but it was probably only ten minutes before there was a sharp rap on her cabin door.
Heart in her throat, she opened the door to shoulders so wide they blocked the glow of her porch light and Brady’s heavy lidded gaze.
She motioned for him to come in, her nerves jangling now that he was really here, now that they were really going to do this. Was she supposed to make the first move? Would he? How did this all work again?
“Do you want a drink?” she asked, motioning to the bottle of wine sitting on the table.
“Do you need one?” he asked with a wry smile as he slipped his jacket off his shoulders.
“Maybe,” she admitted. She retrieved two glasses from the bathroom while he opened the bottle.
“You’re nervous,” he said as he poured two glasses of the white.
She nodded. Even if she wanted to deny it, there was no way he could miss the way her hands shook as she held out the glasses for him to fill. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone but—” she cut herself off before she uttered his name. “Sorry. I’m rusty in this whole hooking up thing, but I’m pretty sure it’s bad form to bring up my ex.” She took a sip of her wine, hoping that it, along with the few she’d consumed at the reception, would take the edge off.
“Is that what we’re doing, hooking up?” he said and took a hearty sip from his own glass.
“Isn’t that what the kids are calling it these days?”
He shrugged and bent to put his glass on the table. “I’m not a kid so I guess I wouldn’t know.”
No, he wasn’t a kid. And something, a hard light in his silvery eyes, told her maybe he’d never truly been one.
“I like your dress,” he said, startling her with the abrupt change of subject.
“Thanks,” she said, self-consciously smoothing her hand over the front. “As bridesmaid dresses go, it could be much worse.”
“It would look even better on the floor.”
She gave a startled laugh at the cheesy pick up line and realized he was suddenly standing very close. He took the glass from her hand, put it on the table, and pulled her against him.
“I mean it,” he said, shifting his hips until she could feel the hard bulge of his fly against her stomach. “Take it off.”
Whoa. She’d fantasized about having big, bad Brady in her bed. But was she really prepared for the reality?
Then he kissed her, so hungry and unexpectedly sweet at the same time. “Please,” he murmured against her lips as his hands roamed up her back, searching for the zipper. “I want to see you. I feel like I’ve been waiting all my life to see you.”
Molly didn’t know if it was a line he used on everyone and at the moment she didn’t care, the sheer need in his voice compelling her to give him exactly what he wanted. She felt cool air on her back as he slid the zipper open and helped him push the dress off of her shoulders and down her hips, leaving her in nothing but the thin cream satin bra and matching panties.
Then he stepped back, hands on her hips, staring so long she knew he was disappointed.
She closed her eyes, ruing the body she’d been cursed with since puberty hit like a tornado, changing her practically overnight from a wiry little thing into this.
Too short for the exaggerated curves of her hips, breasts and waist. And even with her recent weight loss, her stomach wasn’t completely flat -
“You are too gorgeous for words,” he breathed.
Her eyes snapped to his face. “What?”
“I mean, I had an idea of what you had going on, spent enough time thinking about it…” he trailed off, his hands tightening around her hips as he pulled to him.
“And you have no idea how hot you are do you?”
She certainly felt hot as he fisted one hand in her hair and tilted her head back for his kiss. Slow, hot, hungry. Sending waves of pulsing
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