He hadn't cared about the movie, he realized. He just didn’t want to stop being with Molly. Everything about the day had just been so much better than he'd expected, he couldn't bear to see it end. It would have to, but he delayed it as much as he could.
Molly's apartment was much nicer than his, he had decided instantly. The furniture wasn't a matched set, but it went together nicely. It was comfortable, like Molly herself. Not like my apartment, he noted. Mine's like stepping into the model house in a new development. His apartment was cold, and he loved the warmth in Molly's.
The difference again between Molly and Chelsea, he observed to himself wryly. Molly had pictures of friends and family scattered throughout the living room in colorful, decorative frames. Chelsea had swept all of Jake's pictures away and into his extra bedroom, saying they cluttered up the space and collected dust.
There's just so much color here, he thought. Little throw pillows and blankets and knick-knacks made it almost festive. There was no beige, no neutral browns or grays. Just lots of little spots of color that lifted a person's spirits. He vowed right then to clean up and fix up his own place as soon as he could. Maybe Molly would even help…
She stirred and stretched. "Sorry." She looked up with sleepy eyes. "I guess I was a little more tired than I thought."
"That's okay." Jake stared down at her. Light from the TV shimmered over her, putting silver specks in her blue eyes. He ran one hand through her hair, watching the gold strands drift through his fingers. He kissed her.
He couldn't help it. Her lips looked so soft he had to feel them for himself. He slid his lips against hers gently, taking advantage of her small sigh to slip his tongue between her lips. She still tasted like champagne. Shifting on the couch, he pulled her up against him, moaning softly as her body pressed against his. Suddenly it was urgent that he discover exactly what her body felt like, to find out if it was as warm and responsive as he hoped it would be.
Molly was surprised by the kiss, but wasn't going to let the opportunity go. She hadn't realized just how much those little touches at the game had gotten to her until now. She let Jake pull her to him, anxious for the feel of his body against hers. One of her arms rested against Jake's chest, but the other was free and she laid it against his cheek, feeling the light stubble.
She stiffened in surprise as Jake pulled her shirt out of her waistband and slid his hand under her shirt. He felt her tense and stopped, keeping his hand low on her back and gently stroking. His lips left hers, tracing a line of kisses to her ear.
"Is this all right?" he whispered, gently rubbing his cheek against hers.
Molly shivered as the light stubble tickled her skin.
"It's wonderful," she said when she had her voice again. She moved so she could meet his eyes. "Please, touch me, Jake. Please."
He found her lips again and kissed her deeply, more insistently, and she responded in kind. Jake let the hand on her back move up slowly but was frustrated when he tried to move his other hand down from her hair. The couch was too restrictive, unless he wanted to tumble them both onto the floor. Although that had its own appeal, he wanted more than that for Molly.
"Can we take this elsewhere?"
Molly nodded as his green eyes blazed down at her. She didn't trust herself to talk, afraid she would spoil the mood if she did. This was one time she thought non-verbal communication might be her best option. She took Jake's hand to lead him to the bedroom.
Before they'd gone more than a few steps down the short hallway, Jake spun her back to him and took her lips once more, pressing her against the wall. Molly made no protest, only wrapped her arms more tightly around him as her tongue and body danced with his.
"You," said Jake as he nibbled at her neck, "are a siren. You're going to drive me crazy."
"You started it," Molly said weakly, and Jake gave a sly grin at the challenge.
"Guess I'd better finish it, then." He pulled her into the bedroom.
Molly had never felt quite this way. All she wanted was for Jake to kiss her, to touch her. She wasn’t sure she liked being so in thrall to the demands of her body, but neither did she want to fight it. When Jake's hands went under her shirt again, this time with the intention of removing it, she knew she couldn't resist anyway.
As soon as Jake had Molly's shirt off, he stripped off his own and crushed her to him, dying to feel her skin against his. She felt cool and sleek and he loved the contrast with his body, which felt like it was on fire. He ran his lips over her skin hungrily, nipping at her neck and shoulder, and smiling to himself at the sounds she made.
Molly felt almost drunk, light-headed with the sensations Jake caused. She didn't think she'd ever been wanted or desired this much. She ran her hands over his shoulders and back, exploring his body and wanting to touch more of it.
"You still have too many clothes on," Jake murmured. Before Molly could react, he unhooked her bra and slid it off, drinking in the sight of her body as he revealed it. He ran his hands over her pale skin, savoring the silky feeling. He raised his eyes to her face and found her biting her bottom lip again and blushing slightly. Smiling, he cupped her face. "You're beautiful," he said before kissing her again.
The compliment gave Molly new confidence, and she lowered her own hands down his back and sides, running her fingers just inside the waist band of his jeans, teasing him. He growled slightly and Molly smiled against his lips. She gasped when he repeated the action on her, making her jump slightly. Jake pulled back slightly and gazed at her, green eyes dark with desire.
"That's enough teasing," he said in a rough voice.
In what seemed like a blink, Molly found herself on the bed next to him and the rest of their clothes had disappeared. She stretched out next to him, trying to touch as much of him as she could. Jake wrapped one arm around her waist and tangled his other hand in her hair, pulling her as close as he could while his tongue explored her mouth. He couldn't get enough of that slightly sweet taste.
He rolled to his back and Molly took advantage to begin a more thorough exploration of his body. He groaned as she teased him with her fingers and lips; it felt like she left streaks of ice along his burning skin. When she rubbed her body against his, he dug his fingers into her hips to keep her close. She wriggled out of his grasp and kissed lower and lower until she had him, hard and hot, in her mouth.
Molly couldn’t help smiling to herself as she felt him losing control too. His hands moved from her shoulders to her hair and back as though he couldn’t decide where to put them. He surprised her by grabbing her arms and pulling her back up where he could kiss her. "Too much," was all he said before rolling so that she was underneath him.
"My turn." Jake felt like a starving man who had come upon a feast. He brushed his lips along her neck, down her chest, then teasing a nipple with his tongue. Molly arched up against him as though offering more. He took it. His hand moved to her other breast, gently massaging until she was breathless. Before she could regain her breath, his hand traced a path down her body, teasing her. He found the warmth and wetness between her legs and it was such a contrast to the coolness of her body that he couldn’t resist tasting her.
This time when Molly arched off the bed, she shook and let out a soft cry that might have been his name. He thought it was, and wanting to hear it again, he continued to use his tongue and drove her to another climax until he heard her soft whispers asking him to stop. Resting his head on her stomach, he stroked her sides gently while she came back to herself.
"Do you want this?" He moved over her, resting on his arms. "Tell me now and I'll stop. I won't do anything you don't want, Molly."
She reached up and ran her fingers through his dark hair. He closed his eyes and bent his head closer so she could continue. She put a hand under his chin to make him look at her. "I want this, Jake," she said softly. "I want you." She rubbed her leg against his.
"God, I want you, too." He slid inside and kissed her hard, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his hips.
Molly let her head fall back and her eyes closed, floating on the sensations running through her body.