Rydin' the Storm Out (8 page)

“Yeah. I thought you were interested in him.” His voice was low and soft.

Molly’s heart jumped. He was jealous? Yippee, he was jealous! She smiled at him, a full-on bright smile that made Ryder’s heart beat so fast he thought it would beat right out of his chest. His gut tightened, his balls tightened, and his cock throbbed when she smiled. She could light up the whole sky. Her dark hair grabbed the shine from the sun and held on to it. Could she be more beautiful?

“Hey. I’m interested in you. Even if you didn’t call me all week. What are you going to do about it?” Molly smirked at him.

Ryder swallowed and then he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. Molly licked her lips and watching that sweet little tongue peek out between her lips almost made him come in his pants. Jesus. Ryder leaned in and kissed her. Softly at first, but Molly immediately lifted her hand and pulled his head down to add more pressure to the kiss. He was lost. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. When she was pulled tight to his body, he was stunned at how perfectly she fit against him. He could imagine how she would feel without clothes on and pushed against him. She moaned as she felt his length grow between them. He wanted her so fucking bad; he had thought of nothing else for the last two weeks.

***

All Molly could think was,
Oh, wow
. He was a fantastic kisser. His lips felt so good against hers—soft, full, and moist. He slipped his tongue between her lips and swirled it around, softly exploring her mouth as she moaned. He suckled on her tongue and her lips. He bit at her bottom lip and then licked it where he nipped it to ease the pain. She loved that he responded to her so fully. She loved how she felt while wrapped in his arms. She felt safe, protected, and secure—and it felt good.

Ryder ended their kiss and laid his forehead against her forehead. “Sorry, if I made you feel bad. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

Molly smiled. “You were jealous.”

Ryder’s face burned a bright red. He swallowed hard. “Yes.”

Molly chuckled. “Why were you jealous?”

“To quote someone I know, I’m not stroking your ego, Molly Bates.”

They both laughed. “Come on, let’s get you something to eat. You’ve been working hard this morning.”

Molly got out of the shower with pruny hands and feet. She was chilled from being outside all day, so she took an extra long, hot shower. She blew her hair dry, dabbed on some makeup, and got dressed. They had worked hard all day, so they discussed keeping it casual tonight. Molly had been tired at the end of the day, but the excitement of seeing Ryder kept her going. She hoped he was feeling the same thing.

Dressed in nice jeans, a cream sweater with a dark tan scarf and brown shoe-boots, Molly walked into the kitchen to clean it up a little bit. She reflected on the day and on how whenever she looked at Ryder—and it was often—he was watching her as well. Her nether regions had been swollen and moist most of the day. After the way he kissed her, she could think of little more than getting him naked.

The guys worked hard all day as they hoisted the framed-up walls or added a window or door. Molly wanted to capture it all on film so when she was close to Ryder, he would put his arm around her and give her a squeeze or a quick kiss. He always acknowledged her in some way. He wasn’t as shy around her as he had been.

It wasn’t long before her doorbell rang. She wiped her hands and opened the door. Oh. My. God. Yummy.

“Hi. Come on in.”

“You look beautiful, Molly. Wow.” Ryder’s gaze raked her from head to toe.

Molly blushed at the way he was staring at her. He had a way of looking at her as if she were the only woman in the world. God help her, she wanted to be the only woman in his world. She really did.

“Come on in. Do you want a drink first?”

***

Ryder stepped into Molly’s living room and took a deep breath. It smelled like her. She smelled spicy in some way. She also smelled like a fresh spring day. It was hard to put into words. It was unique to her and it had teased his senses for the past two weeks. His fingers itched to touch her. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair and pull her close. Today had been fun. When she was close to him, he would pull her in for a kiss or a hug. He loved having her that close and working with others like they had.

He and the guys had accomplished a lot on Danny’s house. Tomorrow they would hook up the electrical and plumbing and then finish up the insulation and drywall.

“Nah, I’m afraid if I have a drink and sit down, I’ll fall asleep on you. Why don’t we head out?”

Molly nodded. “I’ll just get my jacket.”

Ryder watched her walk to the closet. She had a fantastic ass. He simply thought everything about her was amazing. When she turned and started walking toward him, he looked into her eyes. She smiled at him, which caused the usual reaction in his pants. There simply wasn’t a part of his body that didn’t react to Molly. As soon as she was within reach, Ryder pulled her to him in a hug.

He leaned down and kissed her lips. He meant to just give her a light kiss, but as soon as his lips touched hers, there was no turning back. His arms pulled her body to him while his mouth captured hers. He licked along the seam of her lips and when she opened, his tongue sought the inside of her mouth with a mind of its own. He needed to touch her everywhere. He needed to taste her and feel her and, my God, he needed to be in her.

Molly wrapped her arms around Ryder and pulled him closer. She was beginning to think different thoughts when she was around him. She had started thinking today that it didn’t matter what her past was. It might not make a difference. She was starting to crave his touch, his looks, and his kisses. Especially, his kisses.

As their kiss deepened, Ryder’s hands slid down her shoulders and the front of her body to touch her breasts. He squeezed her right breast in his hand, cupping the back of her head with his other hand. When he heard her moan he gently pinched her nipple and he felt her quiver. He kneaded her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, lightly pinching and rubbing to ease the pain of the pinch. First one breast then the other and back again. When he needed more, he slid his arms around her and cupped her ass in both hands and pulled her close to him so she could feel his desire pushing against her.

Molly whimpered when she felt how hard Ryder was. She tightened her arms around him and nibbled at his bottom lip. He pushed against her a little harder when she bit his lip and felt the air push out of her lungs and into his mouth. He was beginning to shake and he could feel her shaking as well. Molly’s hands slid down Ryder’s hard chest and abdomen and gripped the bottom of his shirt. She pushed her hands up under his shirt to feel his skin. As soon as she felt skin, it was like an electric shock ran through her.

“Jesus,” Ryder hissed out.

Feeling her hands on his bare skin was unbelievable. Ok, fair is fair. He reached down and pulled Molly’s shirt up to expose her tummy and higher still until her breasts were exposed to him. He reached up and ran the backs of his fingers along the swell of her breasts and heard her suck in her breath. He looked down at her while he continued to rain feather light touches her breasts. Neither said anything for a few moments until Ryder reached in and pulled a breast out of her bra. He expertly rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, forming it into a hard peek. Instinctively, Molly pushed her pussy into Ryder’s hard length, needing the contact.

His green eyes looked down into her blue ones, seeking permission for more. He didn’t have to say anything. Molly pulled her jacket off and let it fall to the floor.

“I’ll make us something here later.”

Ryder swallowed as he pulled his jacket off in record time and let it fall on top of Molly’s. Molly grabbed his hand, pulling him toward her bedroom.

Once inside the bedroom, Molly turned to Ryder and he pulled her close once more, walking her backward to the bed. When they reached the bed, he continued kissing her while reaching down and undoing the button and zipper on her jeans. As soon as he had them open, he slid his fingers down the front of her pants inside her panties and touched her sensitive bud. Molly gasped as he touched her. His fingers sought her dampness and found it quickly. He slid his fingers through her damp folds and found her bundle of nerves as his fingers ran down to her entrance and back up again, bringing her moisture back to her clit. “Jesus, Molly, you’re so fucking wet. Fuck…what that does to me.”

Ryder inhaled deeply pulling her scent deep into his lungs. Her voice and the sounds she was making were driving him mad. She responded to him in a way he had only dreamed of.

Molly pushed her hips up into his fingers. With just a little more pressure she would explode. She needed release; the past two weeks she had thought of him non-stop. She had touched herself while thinking about him, but it wasn’t the same as touching him. Sensing her closeness, Ryder drew his hand out of her jeans and pulled her sweater up and over her uplifted arms. He tossed it to the end of the bed and quickly reached around finding her bra strap and unhooked it before Molly even knew what had happened. Her bra came loose and her breasts spilled out of her bra and into Ryder’s hands.

“Damn, Molly. You’re so fucking beautiful. Jesus.” His breath hissed out of his mouth, his jaw tense.

Ryder quickly pulled his shirt off and started undoing his jeans. Molly stopped his hands with hers and smiled as she began lowering the zipper. She looked up into his eyes; the intensity she saw nearly took her breath away. She slowly slid her hands into the waistband and slid them over his tight hips, her hands brushing his heated skin as his jeans fell to the floor. Without a thought, her hands cupped his ass and pulled him into her body.

Ryder stood still as he watched Molly divest him of his clothing. Holy crap, he didn’t know if he would stop breathing if he moved. His heart was beating a rhythm so sharp and strong he thought it would burst out of his chest. He let out a slow, measured breath to calm himself as his hand slid into her hair at the nape of her neck and cupped the back of her head. He leaned in and kissed her soft lips. Her moan shot straight to his cock and robbed him of any patience he was trying to control.

He tugged her jeans enough to allow them to slip over her slim hips and hit the floor. His fingers found the thin strip of lace she called panties and slid inside and around to her beautiful firm ass as he squeezed, eliciting another moan from her. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.

Her mouth ran dry as her eyes met his and then moved over his body. He was muscled and strong. His tattoo, the one she had wondered about, was a dragon. The tail trailed down to curl around his arm, but the head was lying over his shoulder and the wings stretched across his back and down his chest. It was beautiful. Molly touched the dragon and ran her fingers along the lines of its wings, across his chest. She was so caught up in his beauty that she didn’t realize he was playing with her nipples. When she looked up into his eyes, she froze at the look on his face. It was a primal, determined look that swirled around her belly and settled low in her core making her wetter, swollen and…wanton.

Ryder laid her on the bed, coming down on top of her in one smooth motion. He moved his legs so he was between hers and spread her legs open wide. He kissed her, deeply, urgently plunging his tongue into her mouth. He completely ravaged her lips, her tongue, and her mouth, making Molly breathless. Never had she felt so alive—so wanted.

Ryder needed air and left her mouth to trail kisses down her jaw to her neck, where he nipped and bit her lightly, continuing down to her breasts. He sucked first one nipple into his mouth and bit it with his teeth, then the next one. He went back and forth between her breasts a few times then began a slow trail of kisses down her stomach, across her hips, and finally finding her pussy. He licked her from her opening all the way up to her clit, circling his tongue around and then sliding back down to her opening. Molly moaned at the feel of his mouth on her. She felt Ryder smile when she groaned, then he did it all again.

He wanted her groaning. He wanted her panting and quivering and coming in his mouth. Then, he would have her come again while he was inside of her. Maybe a few times before the night was over. He’d been a bastard for the past two weeks. Since the minute he met her, all he could think of was this—tasting her, touching her, being inside of her. Molly groaned again and Ryder slid two fingers inside of her. Her thighs began quaking and her breath escaped her lungs at the same time. Ryder’s sucked her clit as he flicked it with his tongue. He flattened his tongue out and began a rhythm that sent Molly flying over the edge of bliss in no time.

He lapped at her for a bit, letting her come down from her high. Then he started kissing his way up her body, paying attention to her flat stomach, her ample breasts, and finally, her mouth. As he kissed her he leaned over and grabbed the condom he had tossed onto the bed earlier. He sat back and opened the wrapper and quickly sheathed himself before settling back over her. He kissed her sweetly and slowly as he pushed himself inside of her. They both groaned at the feel. Molly was wet and swollen from her previous orgasm and she felt so fucking good. He groaned as he slid in and out a few times.

“Jesus, Molly. You feel so fucking good. Never in my life has anything felt like this.”

“Yes. S
o
amazing.” It was all she could say. The way her body was reacting to his was astounding. She felt so full and tight and she could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of her. Who knew anything could feel so good?

Ryder worried. He didn’t want it to be over so soon, they had all night. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold out very long the first time with her. He reached back and pulled one of her legs up and over his arm so he could seat himself fully inside of her. They both moaned as he slid in farther. Ryder’s rhythm increased as Molly’s hips met him with every thrust—both of them thrusting and pushing to make the other reach their pinnacle. Faster and faster they moved until neither could hold back anymore.

“Come on, baby, I need you to come again. You feel so good, Molly, come for me again.”

Ryder thrust into her, harder and faster, knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer. Molly gasped as she came and with a soft moan Ryder pushed himself fully inside of Molly and froze as he came inside of her body. He could feel her walls sucking him off, pulsing and squeezing him. Fucking amazing. He was ruined for any other woman. No one would ever feel like this woman felt.

They lay there for long minutes. Ryder pulled out and rolled off Molly to discard the condom. He came back to her quickly and pulled her tight to his body. Molly wrapped her arms around Ryder and sighed in his ear. That was without a doubt the most amazing experience of her life. She had never had an orgasm like that. She didn’t realize a person could have an orgasm so strong that it felt like you’d pass out from it. This must be what people mean when they say, “Rock my world.” Because that was the only way she could describe it.