He covered his mouth. “Sorry.”
All eyes were on Jordan, who wasn’t saying a whole lot. The silence hung in the air between them.
“Am I too late?” Molly asked.
Finally, Jordan shook her head. “No. You could never be too late. I just—I want you to be happy, and I don’t want to be the person who gets in the way of that. Because those are the kinds of things you think about when you love someone. And I do love you.”
Molly moved to her then because those words were too powerful to keep her away any longer. She cradled Jordan’s face in her hands delicately. “The thing is, I think you’re kind of the key to my happiness.”
Jordan seemed to take that in. “I am?”
“You are. Wait a sec. Did you hear all that?”
“What?”
“We’re in love,” she whispered.
A slow smile took shape on Jordan’s face. “Best sentence ever.” And she kissed Molly. Right there in the living room in front of everyone. Molly sank into the amazingness of that kiss. She marveled at how it felt so wonderfully perfect as Amalia sniffled into Mikey’s sleeve.
“What?” she said when they all turned to her. “Am I not allowed to get emotional?”
Mikey eyed them, clearly in shock at this new development. Luckily, there was also a smile on his face. “You two have some big time explaining to do. And sometime soon. Way to keep a guy in the dark.”
Molly slid her arms around Jordan’s waist. “Sorry, Mikey. We kind of left you out of all this, didn’t we?”
He held his thumb and index finger very close together and then turned his attention to Jordan. “Lucky for you, little sister, I’m a roll with the punches kind of guy.”
“Yeah. Lucky me,” Jordan looked at Molly purposefully.
It was time to get out of there. And Molly, for one, couldn’t wait another minute.
She turned to the Tuscanas, who’d so graciously offered their house up in aid of her quest. “We should get out of your hair.” She took a moment to hug each one of them. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “For everything.”
“Take care of each other,” Amalia said. “That’s the most important thing.”
“You got it.”
Once they were outside and alone. Jordan brushed a strand of hair from Molly’s forehead. “So, hi.”
“Hey,” she whispered back. For a minute, she just stared. Marveling at how everything had turned out. That Jordan was here. In front of her.
Hers.
The night was balmy, and the moon three-fourths full. Jordan took her hand and threaded their fingers. Their lips were just an inch apart, and suddenly that became way too much. She leaned in and brushed Jordan’s lips with hers ever so lightly, but that only made her crave more. It hadn’t been her goal to make out with Jordan in the middle of her parents’ driveway, but that’s what happened. She just wanted to lose herself in Jordan and soon. She pulled back slightly and met her eyes. “Please tell me you’re not going to Little Bobby’s tonight.”
Jordan’s breathing was shallow as she stared back in all seriousness. “I think he’ll understand.”
“Praise baby Jesus.”
*
The thing about Molly was that it was very hard for Jordan to keep her hands off of her. And it had been a while since they’d been anywhere on her. She had been knocked off her feet in a really good way to hear Molly’s words.
Molly was willing to fight for them. She’d told Jordan she loved her in front of her entire family. It meant everything .
And yes, it would have been simpler if they’d waited to ravish each other until they were safely ensconced in Molly’s very comfortable bedroom. But unfortunately with them, it was never that simple. Their physical connection was not only still off the charts, it was hovering somewhere outside the time zone.
Their shirts and Jordan’s bra had made it as far as the entryway. They’d bumped into doors and walls as they kicked their shoes off. Finally making it to the hallway off the living room, Jordan found herself pressed against the wall. Molly was kissing down her body and making quick work of her jeans. As Molly slid them down her legs, Jordan splayed her hands against the wall as an onslaught of arousal shot straight through her. Molly straightened and slid her body up against Jordan in the sexiest move this century. The physical ache she caused was almost painful. The town sweetheart was also a very skilled seductress.
Jordan eased her hand to the nape of Molly’s neck and held her in place as she kissed her like she was drowning, which she was in the most welcome way. As Molly rocked into her, that hunger only grew.
Their mouths danced in rhythm, and Molly’s hand dipped between her legs and brushed across her. Giving just the tiniest bit and then pulling back. God.
Then wordlessly, she led Jordan into her bedroom, where she eased her onto her back. Instead of following her down, Molly stood in front of her and slowly removed her remaining items of clothing.
And the temperature in the room shot up around them as Jordan looked on in captivation. “How are you so perfect?” she breathed. “Just look at you.”
Molly held her gaze. Confident. Strong. “You make me feel that way.”
She lowered herself onto Jordan and hitched in a breath as their bodies met.
And Jordan was home. She reached up and brushed the hair back from Molly’s forehead “God, I’ve missed you.”
“Never again,” Molly assured her, and her lips descended onto Jordan’s. She kissed her with skilled precision and began to move against her in a slow rhythm. The kind she knew drove Jordan wild. She then reached between them and began to stroke her as she sucked firmly on Jordan’s nipple.
In surrender, Jordan threw her head back on the pillow, completely helpless to the rush of sensation. It was all she could do to just hold on. Molly continued her quest downward, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses on her breasts, her stomach, her abdomen. She parted Jordan’s legs gently and her hands skimmed up her inner thighs, her thumbs meeting in the middle and brushing over her center. Jordan gasped. Molly leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of one thigh and then the other. But it was the first touch of Molly’s tongue that caused her hips to jerk. The second and third swipe had her arching her back for more. But when Molly pulled her more firmly into her mouth, she tumbled over the edge, falling into a never-ending red-hot release. She dug her fingers into Molly’s shoulders and rode out the shock waves.
Holy hell.
She collapsed limp and satisfied onto the pillow, her breathing shallow, but her heart full. Molly joined her there. She tipped Jordan’s face up to hers. “I love you,” she whispered and stroked her hair. Jordan nodded and stared into Molly’s eyes. She savored the way Molly felt against her. The sound of her voice when she said her name. The ways her eyes lit when she looked at her.
She felt cared for. Safe.
Loved.
Jordan stroked Molly’s cheek. “I didn’t know it could be like this. Feel like this.”
Molly kissed her. “We’re lucky.”
Jordan wrapped her arms around Molly’s waist and pulled her in, sliding her thigh firmly against Molly, who closed her eyes and parted her lips in beautiful response. She was beyond ready. And Jordan was feeling impatient.
She wanted her hands on Molly. Her mouth.
Everything.
She was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen, and watching her climax had become her favorite drug of choice and she needed it now.
“Baby,” she whispered as she rolled her over and lowered her head, running her tongue across her nipple, circling it slowly. Molly’s hands were in her hair, softly encouraging her. As she pulled the nipple into her mouth and sucked, Molly began to make the most adorable tiny noises. She refocused her attention on Molly’s neck, her collarbone. As she kissed the skin there, she massaged her breasts softly at first and then more firmly, squeezing her nipples until Molly was squirming wildly beneath her, looking for some kind of release.