She turned her chin up and nodded lazily. “I agree, and he’s so fucking dreamy, right?”
I shared a chuckle with Albert before gripping Molly around the waist and helping her down the street.
“You doing okay?” I held onto her tightly as she sang something under her breath. Her singing voice, though slurred a little, was actually quite good. I found myself listening closely, trying to discern what song that she was hung up on.
“Yeah. I had a lot of fun today.” She gripped my side tightly as she pressed her cheek against my chest.
The position made it a little hard to walk together down the street, but I wasn’t bringing her attention to the intimacy of it. It felt too fucking good to possibly wake her up and have her pull away from me.
“I had fun too. You enjoyed the fish and chips?” I leaned down and breathed in deeply, staining my lungs with the sweet smell of her shampoo. Every part of me wanted to experience her. It was so far beyond wrong, yet I didn’t care.
I wanted to touch her soft skin and hear her moan my name. She’d shake and twitch as I rested between her taut thighs and spread her sweet lips open enough to taste her. My balls contracted tightly, and I groaned.
She stopped midsentence and moved back, surprising me a little. The curious look on her face was enough to capture a part of my heart. I needed to behave. This sweet woman had been through too damn much to have an asshole like me thinking about stripping her naked and fucking her senseless.
“Are you okay?” She reached out and pressed her hands to the front of my chest as I stood there, stone still with her bags in one of my hands.
“Oh, yeah. Why?” I reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“You groaned or something.” Her eyes moved downward, as did her hands.
I held my breath as she curled her fingers into claws and scratched softly over my stomach. Another groan left me, and her eyes darted back up to mine.
“That feels good.” I slid my fingers into her hair, holding the side of her neck with my free hand. “Be careful, Molly. I’ve had a little too much to drink to have you teasing me.”
“Like this?” She stepped closer and cupped my cock, squeezing softly as my eyes fluttered closed.
I used my grip on her to pull her closer and leaned down, opening my eyes, but stopping just before my lips touched hers. My dick was pulsing against her hands, thick and hard, as it should be. “Yeah. Like that.”
She blinked a few times as if she were coming to. “Oh. Shit.” She moved back. “Alfie, I’m sorry. It’s the liquor.”
I winked at her and reached for her hand, pulling her close to my side as I turned and walked up toward the house. “There’s nothing to apologize about. I enjoy your playful side.”
“I know, but I shouldn’t have.” She was out of breath, which was such a fucking turn on.
“Hush. I like you touching me. No matter where it leads to. We’re friends having fun. Period.”
“I like that.” She snuggled back up against me and hiccupped, the sound causing both of us to laugh. It was far more than just having her touch me that had me turned on. It was her. All of her. There was no fucking way I was backing down if she stepped up again. One more push from her side of the fence, and I was hopping over and taking her full force.
We made it to the house a few minutes later, and we laughed together over something funny she mumbled incoherently. I got the door open, and we walked into the darkness.
“Alfie?” She turned as I shut the door and reached for me.
“Yes, my lady?” I gripped her hips as my body lit on fire. Her expression was a little too sensual for me to ignore the lust pumping through my veins.
“Kiss me. Please?”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, reveling in the deep moan that left her. It would seem that I wasn’t the only one who hadn’t made love to someone else in a while.
Time to remedy that for us both.
Chapter Ten
Molly
This is foolish and brash. I couldn’t help but think about how much of a fuck up this was going to be in the morning. And yet, there was no stopping it as the blood in my body rushed to the one place I desired Alfie’s touch the most.
His lips worked against mine expertly. The taste of beer was so right while his tongue battled against mine. He slipped his hand back into my hair, threading his fingers there to hold me still. His kisses grew more dominant by the second, his tongue rolling against mine as he forced me into submission. My body pulsed with need, and wetness drenched my panties.