Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Molly figured he would go right past her breasts, but then he suddenly stopped, and his hands were there, pushing them together. She looked at him, and the expression on his face made her gasp. He looked like a man in pain, who couldn’t decide which one to pick. Any other time, this might have seemed funny, but this was different to her.
With them pressed together, she gasped as he closed the distance and his lips encircled her left nipple. His tongue swirled around the tip, but he didn’t stop with just one breast, but quickly moved on to the other. She moaned his name as the pleasure seemed to shoot right through her core, going straight toward her pussy.
Nate divided his attention between both breasts, and all she could do was moan his name and enjoy every second of the pleasure he gave her. Again, he wasn’t done with her yet, as he began to kiss down her body.
There was no way she was going to fight him. He kissed all the way down her stomach, and when he got to the apex of her thighs, she couldn’t help but hold her breath. The tips of his fingers brushed across the fine hairs on her pussy, as he spread her lips apart.
Molly was about to ask him what he was doing, but then his tongue delved between her slit, and she should have known. The pleasure was intense, his tongue magical.
He circled her clit, and then slid down going toward her entrance, but he stopped and went right back up toward her nub.
His tongue danced back and forth across her clit, making her moan and gasp, screaming his name, feeling her orgasm taking over. Nate didn’t stop, and when he sent her spiraling over the edge, Molly knew she had gone to Heaven. It was incredible.
He made sure she had every ounce of pleasure, milking her orgasm for every single drop, and when she finally came down, she opened her eyes and stared at him, a little amazed.
“Are you sure?” he asked, moving into position above her.
She had never been surer of anything than she was right now.
****
Several Days Later
Nate was not hiding at his shop.
There were a lot of cars that needed fixing, not just the ones that had an appointment for the basic tune-up, but also the cars that were dropped off without a moment’s notice. He’d told everyone he had a busy work schedule but that didn’t seem to bother them. Still, this was being busy, not hiding. Or avoiding a certain brown-haired beauty that drove him crazy. But right now, he didn’t think he could face her.
He was no coward. Only, that scream would stay with him forever.
He’d never taken a woman’s virginity before, and Molly, well, he knew he’d hurt her, and then she had begged him to finish.
Nate knew he wasn’t a good person. There was a lot of stuff he’d done in his life that was fucked up, but after that, he just couldn’t bring himself to face her, so, while she’d gone to the bathroom, he’d left. He was such a fucking fuckup, there was no other way to say the truth.
Molly deserved better than him, and yet he couldn’t even handle the thought of another man touching her. He got this primal feeling where he just wanted to keep her to himself. Gripping the back of his neck, he wanted to scream because he had royally fucked up.
“Well, hello there, stranger.”
He opened his eyes to see Rachael Carter coming toward him. She wore a small miniskirt that hit about mid-thigh, and the shirt she wore was like a second skin, and she wasn’t even trying to hide the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra. There was no point as everyone could see clearly that she was naked.
He kept his gaze on her face. Just because he had messed up with Molly didn’t mean he wanted a taste of this woman.
“Ms. Carter,” he said, trying to be polite. Randy handled all things to do with Rachael. Nate didn’t like her constant flirtation, and now was no exception.
“Oh, please, Nate. You and I both know you can call me Rachael.”
“Is there anything you need?” he asked, purposefully glancing behind her to look at her vehicle. “Randy assured me your car is in tip-top shape. No strange noises, nothing.” In fact, his friend even believed she had gone to a different mechanic to have it cleaned up.
Rachael wasn’t interested in his business. He knew exactly what she wanted, and there was no way he was giving it to her.
“My car is working fine,” she said, coming to lean against the current car he was standing in front of. Her hand went to her thigh, but he didn’t look down. She nibbled her lip. “You know, I’ve heard the rumor about you and a certain … frumpy librarian.”