“Yes ma’am,” was all he could say in reply.
She inexplicably rummaged in her suitcase, unzipping a pocket. She straightened a little and immediately he felt a vibration around his dick.
A vibrator? If it was even possible, he got harder. He could feel the vibration in his balls as he continued to fuck her. She held the toy half against her clit and half at her vagina. He felt every vibration and every twitch her body made in response.
He was going to last about three minutes…if that.
Her breath started coming in pants as he thrust into her, hard and deep. She came with an audible breath and a shudder. He closed his eyes and emptied himself into her, the spasm of her own orgasm sucking every last bit of him into her.
As they stood there for a minute, he wondered how he was going to live the rest of his life knowing that Molly was in the world without him. Could he cope with the thought that she might be giving herself to someone else like this? Could he say goodbye? He was even reluctant to disengage from her, but he did, slowly, holding the condom in place.
She turned and laid her head on his chest and he stroked her hair. “You’re really quite something, you know?”
She breathed a laugh against his chest. “Men usually say that before storming out of a date or dumping me,” she said.
He squeezed her. “I don’t believe either of those things have ever happened.” He held her away from him before she could reply, because he really didn’t want to get into the previous boyfriend territory. That way madness lay. “Anyway, shower time.” He spun her and slapped her lightly on the ass.
She jumped toward the bathroom and looked back, raising an eyebrow at him as she disappeared into the shower.
He wished he’d gone to see her last year. Maybe he could have gotten her out of his system back then? He shook his head. No way. Out of everyone in the whole word, Molly would be the one who’d have totally messed with his system and broken him for anyone else.
Except he was already broken. Broken and not easily fixed.
CHAPTER FOUR
She was already clean by the time he joined her in the shower. He opened the glass door and stepped inside.
“How dirty are you?” he asked picking up the soap and lathering it.
“Very, very dirty,” she said, straight-faced.
“You certainly look it.” He stroked his soapy hands around her neck, massaged her shoulders a little, and then very thoroughly washed her breasts. God, she was in heaven with him. He was just so responsive to her physically. Her previous boyfriends had been academics. And she’d thought she liked that. Men who appreciated her for her mind and her experience, and recently, she assumed, because she’d been temporarily famous. But David. He responded to her on such a fundamental level, almost at a cellular level. And she reveled in his intensity, both physical and mental.
Mostly physical at that moment though. Her breasts were super clean, and she stood with her eyes closed, just allowing the sensation of his hands to dominate the space around her. She was completely sated by her time with him, but Jesus…he slipped his hand between her legs, stroking with the lather, every inch.
She wriggled away with a laugh. “I need a rest. Wine. Coffee at the very least.” She needed time to think about what she’d done. Of course, she’d wanted this all along. Of course she had, for virtually a whole year. But in her fantasies, he’d been complete. Confident and easy. But anyone with half a cell of perception could see that he was confident, but difficult to read, and maybe even broken. She could see uncertainty in his eyes when he looked at her. She was worried. There, she’d admitted it. She didn’t want to get emotionally attached to him if he would just run away again. She had to keep her feelings in check. Sex, not emotion.
He turned off the water and handed her a towel from a rack. She grabbed it and wrapped herself up in it again, flashing back to when she took the decision to drop it on the floor. Now she wondered if she’d done the right thing.
She changed into a sundress, still crumpled from her luggage. The heat and humidity would ease out the wrinkles in no time at all.
David came out of the shower and got straight on the phone after kissing her bare shoulder. “Hey Mal, have you checked out yet? Good, we’re coming down.”
He put his phone down and pulled on his clothes from earlier. “Mal’s leaving, and if we go now, we can stay in his room until we’re ready to go. No one here knows that we were here together, so if anyone comes looking for you or me, they won’t find us.”
A finger of fear poked her stomach as she suddenly remembered her predicament. She nodded and looked around the room anxiously. “We should probably go now, shouldn’t we?” Suddenly being where the Russian agent had threatened them with a gun sent chills down her spine.
“I’m ready if you are,” he said evenly. “We’re going down to the fourth floor via my room.” He held his arm out and she slid under it. He squeezed her once, and tension seeped out of her like water from a sponge. She was protected. Safe.
They arrived at Mal’s room as he was leaving. He was a big man with features to match. At around six and a half feet, he towered over Molly and was just a little taller than David. Dark stubble speckled his face, and only his clear blue eyes showed any expression. He bumped fists with David and handed him a key.
“Be careful of him,” he said to Molly. “We’ve only just put him back together.”
“Fuck off,” David said evenly.
“Love you too, mate,” he replied cracking a smile. “Don’t die. I don’t want to arse around training someone else.” Mal picked up his bag and headed down the corridor.
“What training?” David said loudly, grinning at his retreating back.
Mal just raised a hand without turning around and disappeared around the corner.
Clearly he hadn’t planned on waiting for them. Molly was glad they’d gotten there in time to get his key card.
“Hi guys!” a chirpy voice came from the other end of the corridor. It was Victoria.
“Hi! What have you been doing?” Molly asked, as she leaned into the rather exuberant hug that Victoria offered.
“Obviously nothing as fun as you,” she said with a sly smile. She held her hand out to David. “Victoria Ruskin, WAMP. The voice of the tri-cities.”
“Nice to meet you, Victoria. I’m David,” he said, wondering which tri-cities she was talking about.
“Do you two fancy having lunch? I found a great place away from the madness here. I’ve heard some crazy gossip about what went down last night.”
Molly glanced at David, who looked interested. “Sure, that would be great. Can we meet you there? We have a little unpacking to do first.”
“Awesome. It’s on the corner of Sina and Skoufa behind the hotel a few blocks. Great souvlaki, fabulous mimosas. Say in an hour?”
“Sure, see you there!” Molly said.
They opened Mal’s door and marveled for a moment at the array of empty bottles he’d left in there. Kristal champagne, which Molly remembered was being served at the cocktail party, and a variety of beers.
“It’s amazing he can function,” David said, shaking his head. “He didn’t tell anyone he was checking out early, so let’s just put our bags in the closet and call for housekeeping.”
Molly didn’t say anything, just wondered if Mal was in the same place as David had been. As if he’d read her mind he said, “I know it looks like he has a problem, but he doesn’t. He’s just English. Mostly everyone I’ve met from there can drink like it’s a national skill-set.”
At Molly’s silence, David turned. He noticed her dress for the first time. Really noticed it. Her sundress was a pale yellow with thin straps, and, God help him, with the light of the window behind her, it was almost transparent. Her hair, almost the same color as her dress, was still damp and curled around her face. She was mesmerizing.