Unexpected Gift(41)

“Alright, your loss.” I reach for my drink again and cross my ankles over one another, getting comfortable.

Her legs bounce with anxiety and she bites her thumbnail, stealing a glance at me every few seconds. “Okay, but if it hurts, you have to let off, okay?”

“Like I’d ever want to cause you pain.”

She averts her eyes away from me as she moves her hair over her shoulder. Her cheeks blush again like she is innocent. The red hue acts like a veil draping down her neck. I want to know if it feels as warm under my lips as it looks. She tests my control when she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, worrying the perfect pink cloud with her teeth. “Okay, do your worst.” She turns around to show me her back.

I’ll always want to do my best.

I swallow the drink in my mouth and reposition my legs, letting her get settled between my thighs. I let out a tortured, slow breath as her ass fills the space. Our clothes are the only thing keeping us from enjoying each other’s bodies.

My cock leaks in my gym shorts as my hand drifts up her arm. Her skin reacts to my touch, and her hair stands on its ends as my fingers run through the sparse blonde strands. Once I get to her shoulder, I bend forward to kiss her flesh, but I catch myself and blow out a breath instead.

I close my eyes, trying to control the roaring lust that is full force in my cock. I grab the golden reins of her hair, pooling it over the right side of her shoulder. So pretty. My fingers trace circles on her skin before I knead the hard, knotted muscle.

“You’re tight, Molls.” Fuck, I bet she is.





Chapter Eighteen





Molly





Caden Jackson is massaging my shoulders. My nipples are as hard as rocks, and my skin seems to be permanently beaded. It is like static electricity created a bubble around us. I never felt anything like this before. My heart rams against my chest like an angry bull, dying to get out and just leap into his hands.

But I know he will destroy my heart, letting it drip all my life force over his hands and on to the floor, leaving me for dust.

Instead of relaxing, I only feel more stressed, especially when he says something about me being tight. Just the word tight falling from his mouth promises filth. I yank myself out of his grip and stand as I trip over my own two feet.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I…um…I need to go. This for thanks.” I shut my eyes and exhale, hating myself for stuttering over my words. “I mean... Thanks for this. It was fun.”

Fun? Get your shit together.

“If this is what you consider fun, we need to get you out more.”

I smile, wrapping my arms around myself and really wanting to change my wet panties. “Yeah. You sound like Brandon.” And then I stand straighter, listening to the silence around us. “Caden, it’s quiet.”

“Yeah, so?”

“It’s quiet,” I repeat, running over to the playpen to see Posie fast asleep. I lay my hand on her chest to make sure she is still breathing, feeling for her little heartbeat. “Oh, thank god.”

Caden’s hand lands on my shoulder. “Told you she’d be fine.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Molly,” he says, and his deep voice vibrates in my bones.

I turn, causing us to be less than an inch away from each other. He smells good. So good. My eyes flutter from the scent. The T-shirt stretches over his sculpted, wide chest. I see the curve of muscle through the material clinging to a body that is slightly too big for it. Every part of him is overwhelming. “I…I need to go.” I slink out from his hold and run to my room, careful not to slam the door.

I feel like a teenager all over again.

He knocks on the door. “Molly.”

I don’t answer.

“Molly? Let’s talk about this. Come on.”

I stay silent.

He sighs behind the door and curses. “Listen, I need to get to the hospital. We can talk about it later, okay?”

No way.

“You need to watch Posie. I don’t know when I’ll be back. Just be open to talking later.”

Hell no.

The shadow behind the door moves farther away, and then the front door closes a few minutes later. His Range Rover roars to life, and when I know he is gone, I run out of my bedroom and check on Posie.

“Oh, little one. What am I going to do with him, huh? I don’t even know what to do with myself around him anymore, Posie. What do you think?” It is like talking to a wall since she is still passed out. I’m not able to hear her cute gurgle answers. “Maybe Kenna can help, huh?” I think about that for a split second longer. “Uh, no. That’s a bad idea because she would be all for it. And I don’t know what I’m up for.” I glance around the house and see a few boxes that still need to be unpacked. “Maybe I’ll clean up, and it will get my mind off your maddening, sexy Uncle Caden. Don’t tell him I said that.”

Nothing but little baby coos answer me. “Good talk, Posie.”

A half hour later, the kitchen is officially unpacked, and Little Miss Sleepyhead is still snoozing soundly. I pour a glass of wine and keep my bedroom door open to make sure I can hear Posie if she starts to cry. “Alright, Molly. It isn’t going to unpack itself.” I set my wine glass down on my dresser and get to work. My knee hits the dark red chair I had placed in the corner, and an envelope tumbles onto the floor.