Molly smiled, liking the idea of jumping right into their life together. “I will.” Her jaw cracked on a huge yawn before she could say anything else. “I’m exhausted,” she said when it passed. “Let’s go take a nap.”
Fox’s eyes gleamed. “A nap?”
“A nap.” She made her voice stern. “After we shower. Even flying in a fancy-pants private jet doesn’t make me feel any less icky after twelve hours in the air.”
Running his hand possessively over her body in a way that had her rethinking her priorities, Fox led her deeper into the house and to a sun-drenched bedroom. Centered in the sprawling space was a king-size bed made up with crisp white sheets, an electric guitar leaning against one of the walls. Seeing the guitar eased the nerves in her stomach—that this house was worth millions didn’t alter the fact it was Fox’s home.
And now hers.
The attached bathroom, she saw when Fox tugged her inside, was enormous, the shower full of jets, the bathtub a huge square thing. “Wow, I could go swimming in there.”
Fox ripped his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the shimmering gray of the floor tiles. “Get naked.”
A sigh leaving her at the male perfection of him, Molly wriggled out of her clothes. Fox was already in the shower, all jets on and body soapy when she stepped inside. He hauled her close, his mouth firm on hers, his c**k long and thick against her abdomen. “How about a little exercise before that nap?”
Hitching her up onto his h*ps with easy masculine strength, he pinned her against the tile. “Are you sticky and damp for me, Molly?” he murmured, reaching behind her to run his soapy fingers lightly over the cleft of her bu**ocks. “Say yes, baby, because I want in.”
His words, his actions, they made her thighs clench around his hips, her mouth opening for his on a breathy “Yes.”
He played his tongue over her own, confident and demanding, as the blunt head of his c**k nudged at her, and then he was pushing inside. Shivering as he stretched her to aching pleasure, she wrapped her arms around his neck and used her teeth to tug at the ring that had been her temptation into the sexiest of sins.
“Fuck, I love it when you do that.” Gripping her under her thighs, he began to move, the rhythm fast and deep, her br**sts rubbing against the taut muscle of his chest with every thrust.
She kissed him again as he pushed his c**k in to the hilt, then pulled out almost the entire way… only to thrust his way back in. The relentless pressure, the erotic friction, the feel of his powerful body moving in her, around her, it made her shudder and come without warning, her inner muscles convulsing on the thickness of him.
“Christ!” Fingers tightening on her thighs, he increased the depth and force of his thrusts until he came, the wet heat of his seed inside her a reminder of the primal nature of their intimacy.
They did nap after Fox soaped up her lazy-limbed body, the pleasure heavy in her blood, while she shampooed her hair. Rubbing her dry with a big fluffy towel once they were clean, he nudged her toward the bed, murmuring, “Reflective glass,” when she hesitated to walk na**d into the bedroom.
It still felt incredibly naughty to cross the room nude, since she could see through the glass. She slid under the sheets, snuggling into Fox when he followed her to bed, his body cool from the shower, his hair damp. Above them, the wide skylight showcased a vivid blue sky, but her body thought it was five o’clock in the morning.
They slept in a tangle of limbs, Fox’s body curved behind her own, his thigh thrust between hers, one of his arms under her head. It was a position she’d become used to, the warm strength of him lulling her to sleep within minutes. She didn’t wake until three hours later, according to the bedside clock.
Fox wasn’t in bed, but she rolled over just in time to see him coming out of the bathroom. He was as na**d as when they’d gone to bed, and just as gorgeous. Noticing she was awake, he smiled that slow Fox smile that made her heart skip a beat. “Hello, sleepyhead.”
“Mmm.” Yawning, she stretched. “Come back to bed.”
But Fox was already pulling on a pair of gray sweatpants. “Insatiable.” Closing the distance between them, he pressed both palms on the bed, one on either side of her head, and bent to speak against her lips. “I’m starving.”
Molly tugged him down. He didn’t resist, lying on top of her, the sheet between them a thin barrier that did nothing to block the wild heat of his skin. “Kiss me,” she said, her arms around his shoulders, “and I might make you that omelet you like.”
His hand curving over her bare breast after he pulled down the sheet, he said, “Kisses as bribery?” Then his smiling mouth came down on hers, the kiss playful, his mouth sucking on her lower lip, her teeth nibbling at his in sensual retaliation.
Neither of them was in a hurry, content to just be together.
“I think you’ve earned your omelet,” she said some time later, shaping the breadth of his shoulders with her hands. “Show me your kitchen.”
Fox brushed her hair off her forehead, the tenderness in his expression intermingled with unhidden possessiveness. “I’m happy you’re in my house, in my bed.” He palmed her breast again. “Where you belong.”
No woman, Molly thought, could question Fox’s commitment when he was so blunt about it. “I’m happy to be here,” she said, then gave him a rueful smile. “Also a little scared and nervous, but underneath it all, happy.” And that happiness? It scared her, too… because it seemed too passionate, too wonderful, to last.