One Night with her Bachelor(34)

“Jesus,” he whispered.

The oath filled her with confidence. She was a siren. A seductress. About as far from a single-mom kindergarten teacher and full-time caregiver as she could possibly get. She stretched her arms farther over her head and arched her back, teasing him. “Kiss me. I need to feel your mouth on me.”

*

The beauty stretched out before him made the agony of getting her to her bedroom worth it. His bad leg had made it challenging enough to rescue Josh, but at least then Gabriel’s blood had been flowing through his brain, not pumping away from it toward his dick. But knowing the prize in store for him had given him the stamina he’d needed.

He must’ve been a really, really good boy to deserve an unexpected gift like Molly and her incredible breasts, pale skin topped with dark-brown berries, ripe for his mouth’s plucking. He shifted down the bed, careful not to knock his leg against the bed post, lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue around her nipple. Her breasts shivered and he cupped the one he was loving on to hold it captive. He kissed everywhere but her tip, making her writhe beneath him.

His free hand wandered lower, lower, over her soft belly to the band of her skirt. When he slipped his hand inside, his fingertips met damp lace and curls. Keeping his fingers on the outside of her panties, he circled and rubbed until her breath caught in her throat and her hips bucked. He couldn’t tangle his legs with hers—not without this whole adventure coming to a grinding halt—so he used his shoulders to force her to lie still. Now she couldn’t escape the torture he meted out to her swollen flesh. Damn, if just this little bit of attention made her so wet and ready, what would happen if they had sex?

He didn’t plan to find out. Getting her off was one thing. Getting naked with her was something else entirely.

Molly squirmed and tried to get closer, but he kept teasing her with light kisses and circular touches.

“Please, Gabriel. I can’t take it. Please.”

When he thought he’d pushed her to the edge of reason, he slipped his finger beneath her panties and rubbed around her clit as he sucked her nipple hard. Her whole body spasmed and she gave a hoarse shout of release. She clenched around his fingers, nearly making him lose control.

He buried his face in her breast, forcing his mind away from his eager cock. Away from the scent of her desire and the soft sounds of her coming back to earth. Away from the pliant, relaxed body so ready to take him in and give him succor.

Damn. He couldn’t escape her.

Her breath eased out in a happy sigh and she nuzzled him. Her arms came down and held him close. “That was a good start.”

He stiffened. Good start? That was everything. They wouldn’t be doing anything else. He’d tell her that, but that would require speaking, a skill that was beyond him right now.

He mustered the energy to roll away and sit on the edge of the bed, his back to her so he wouldn’t catch sight of her tempting breasts.

“Gabriel?” Her fingers flitted across his back, and he jerked. He was so close, too close, and any touch could lead to him embarrassing himself in ways he hadn’t since he was a teenager.

“We can’t.” He couldn’t. He forced himself to stand but made the mistake of glancing down at her and groaned. She’d sat up and her flushed breasts peeked at him from between her long locks of hair.

She blinked slowly and her languid grin faded. She glanced at his erection before meeting his gaze. “You don’t have condoms?”

He shook his head. That was one problem, and definitely the easiest to admit. How could he tell her he hadn’t been with anyone since the last time he was on leave from his final tour of duty, nearly two years ago? He didn’t even remember that woman’s name.

He was helpless to do anything but watch as she moved to the edge of the bed and glanced at the large, aching ridge in his jeans. “We could do other things.”

His heart jackhammered. He wanted to do those things—condom things and no-condom things. But while he’d tested his body’s ability to do everything from hiking to rappelling, he hadn’t tested other skills he’d once mastered. Skills like vigorous pelvic-thrusting while kneeling, or keeping his wits about him enough to hold his jeans up while she performed mind-blowing acts on him. That territory was uncharted, and he wasn’t ready to bare his scars to her. It wouldn’t be fair to her. She needed a good time, not another broken guy to worry about.

She hung her head and he felt like the biggest dick in the world. He’d wanted to take her mind away from her problems, not create more. But she looked so alone, sitting there half naked on the edge of her bed. So alone and so enticing.

You are a weak, weak bastard. He sat down next to her and let his arm slip around her to tease the bare skin above the waistband of her skirt. “Tell me something you’ve always wanted to do.”

“You mean… sex-wise?”

“Yeah, though if you’d rather go skydiving I’ll see what I can do,” he joked. Another thing that used to be second nature but he hadn’t tested—his ability to land on his feet.

She cringed. “Scott took me skydiving once. I’m glad I did it so I never have to again.”

“Let’s scratch that off the list, then.” He nudged her with his shoulder. “Don’t think you can evade the question.”

“I’ve never been very adventurous. Greg—” She stopped herself.