Bring the Heat, Margot Radcliffe [best novels to read to improve english .TXT] 📗

to press in on his happiness bubble, including the furious texts and calls from his parents that had been flying in at a faster pace the longer he ignored them. But he wasn’t ready to tell them where he was or who he was with because they’d never stop hounding him and he was determined to enjoy his time alone with Molly.

A small speedboat rode them back to the yacht, where his deck crew person put it away. He walked Molly back across the main deck, holding her hand in his as he led them up to the sky lounge for drinks. Dinner had been at a casual place, but he’d had trouble keeping his hands off her all day. Her ponytail exposed the long nape of her neck, and the bright white crew neck T-shirt that outlined the swells of her breasts so clearly paired well with the fitted cropped jeans and cute yellow flip-flops that were so quintessentially Molly he couldn’t help but smile. He was dressed much the same way, just happy to be off the boat for a while.

She sat down in a chaise longue and he carried over the two bottles of beer he’d grabbed from the bar’s mini fridge. He waited there beside her until she got the message and scooted over so he could join her, but he shook his head and pointed at her to move forward in the seat so he could sit behind her. She complied and then she was leaning into his chest with his arms around her and it was heaven. This part, the casual way they could be with each other, it was something he’d never thought he’d have. For most of his life until he’d met Molly he’d imagined a marriage and life like his parents had, distant and cold and transactional, but she’d shown him that he could have so much more. And now that he could finally have it, it was like eating clouds or drinking a rainbow, simply too wonderful to be believed.

After setting his beer on the ground, he dropped gentle kisses up her neck, loving that she shivered at the contact. No other boats were on the water near them today and he wanted her badly out in the open air where it was just them, the wind and the water. She took a sip of her beer and he drew her earlobe into his mouth, his tongue batting the squishy pad between his teeth as she began to squirm against him. His thumb found the line of her spine and caressed down the length of it, pressing in at each delicate knob and dip. “I like you a lot, Molly,” Oliver murmured as he tucked his hands under the bottom hem of her shirt and lifted it up. All that golden skin was revealed to him and he wanted to worship every inch of it. So he did, setting his lips to her spine and following the path his thumb had taken, his hands circling around her stomach to reach up and unclasp the simple white bra. He didn’t think there was anything sexier than the bright white cotton against her sun-kissed skin, but he admitted he was biased, in so damn deep with Molly that she could be wearing a garbage bag and he’d think she was sexy as hell. She just was.

“I like you, too, Oliver,” she said softly back to him, and he wondered if she also wanted to say the other, similar, words like he did, but knew it was too soon.

“You fucking better,” he warned.

Her ponytail twitched as she shook her head. “Or what?” she asked, teasing but also genuinely curious.

He waited, giving her spine a little lick before her head turned back to meet his eyes. “Or I’ll stop what I’m doing right now.”

So he did, removing his hands from where they’d been traveling up her abdomen to her straining nipples.

Her hands found his legs, the ones bracing her on either side, and squeezed. “I guess we’re lucky I like you a hell of a lot, then,” she said.

He leaned in and took her mouth in his, their tongues meeting in a sweet and luscious sweep. Her arm reached back to hold him to her while his clasped around her waist and brought her back into his chest.

“Shirt off,” she instructed.

“You got it,” he murmured against her mouth, holding her gaze as he leaned back and pulled off his own T-shirt.

He let out a breath of satisfaction at the skin-to-skin contact. Their lips met again and he threaded his hands through her hair, loving the small sounds of contentment she made that got lost in his own mouth. Dragging a hand up to her breast, he let his palm run over puckered pink nipples, taking one between his thumb and forefinger on the second pass, drinking in her gasp of pleasure when he pinched it.

He’d had every intention of taking things slow when he’d sat down, showing her just how much she meant to him, but she was already hot against him and the arm she had around his neck was tightening with need that echoed in his own body. He’d been hard as a goddamn rock all day as they’d acted like a real couple, that everyone they’d passed assumed they were together, were in love. And he was so fucked because he’d loved it.

He paid his regards to the other nipple and she gasped, making him grin. There was nothing better in the world than making out with Molly under the stars in the middle of the ocean. He didn’t know why he hadn’t been doing it for years.

“We don’t have condoms up here,” she said eventually when his hands were on the snap of her jeans.

He tugged down her jeans, her hips raising up to help him, and once they were in a pile on the floor he raised an eyebrow at her. “Do you think I’m the type of person