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

to be charming with you, Molly—I’ve always been able to be myself. That’s part of the reason you’re so important to me.”

He guessed she liked the answer because she took him into her mouth then, her hot, wet, velvety mouth, and his hips bucked. The pleasure was so great, her tongue stroking, her hand pressing the thick root of him that wouldn’t fit in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked and he lost his goddamn mind when she looked up, her eyes meeting his as she did it, his glistening dick sliding in and out of her mouth. And then she went deeper and he thought he was dying, the engorged head hitting the pliant back of her throat as she swallowed.

“Christ, Molly,” he cursed, the guttural sound of pleasure ripping out of his throat.

She didn’t respond, just kept going, the sounds echoing in the room and driving him insane with need. His hips thrust against her, not even pulling back, and she took all of him, her lips meeting the skin of his abdomen as she stretched herself.

“I’m going to come,” he panted, his voice rough and raw.

At her single nod, she kept on, her tongue running around the length of his head before taking him in again, sucking until with a final lift of his hips, he came in a sharp explosion, his whole body strung tight as all his blood and attention centered on being in her luscious mouth. As she swallowed him, the tremors continued to rule his body. Continued still as she licked him clean, completely disregarding his pleas for reprieve.

But Molly was ruthless and that in itself turned him on and by the time she’d removed every drop of him he was already fully hard again.

A satisfied smile on her face, she stepped off the bed.

“If you fucking leave now, I will lose my shit, Molly,” he growled.

Instead of answering, she threw her shirt and bra off, followed by her shorts and the pale blue panties that always got him super revved up.

She climbed back on the bed, her breasts swaying with the movement. “Bring those close so I can suck them, Molly,” he directed. “I’ll make it so good, you’ll be so wet.”

“No bossing from you,” she admonished. “And I’m already wet.” So saying she dipped a finger into her folds and when she pulled it out it was wet with her own desire.

She leaned forward and he thought she was going to have mercy and let him have a taste, but at the last second she stuck her entire finger in her mouth, making him watch as she licked that clean, too.

“You’re a cruel, cruel woman, Molly Madix,” he told her, his hands fisting so he wouldn’t grab her, knuckles white as she straddled him.

“I know,” Molly said, her mouth red and a little puffy from going to work on him. A corner of it quirked as she met his eyes. “I’m really enjoying it.”

She straddled his hips, poised directly above his cock, notching it into her crevice, the feel of all that welcoming heat sending him into the stratosphere. “Condoms are in the nightstand,” he told her, wondering just how he was going to make it through this.

A flash of determination flew across her face before she met his eyes. “I’m on the pill and I trust you,” she confided, her voice hushed. “Do you trust me?”

“Fuck, Molly,” he said, rising from the bed to take her into his arms even as she pushed him back. “You don’t just say that and then expect me to lie here and do nothing.”

She shook her head, moving away from him then. “Do you not want me to?”

Damn it, it had happened; his mind was truly gone. “I would kill for you to do it, Molly,” he groaned. “But I need to touch you. Please.”

That bottom lip disappeared between her teeth again and she returned to where he was notched at her entrance, only this time she sank down.

Everyone on the damned yacht probably heard his cry of pleasure as she fully took him in, their hips meeting. His gaze held hers because he was letting go of this small connection. “I’ve never done this before,” he admitted.

Her eyes closed and she moved her hips just a little. “Me neither,” she told him.

Oliver’s heart thrilled because maybe this meant he had a chance that he could change her mind and make her stay.

He held on to this hope, probably foolishly, as she moved over him, every second, every thrust, every look a miracle. She took and took without him able to give back to her, but in the end, when they came together in a rush of heat and sweat and hoarse shouts of pleasure, he knew he’d given her everything he had.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

MOLLY DIDN’T WANT to go back to Colorado. It didn’t matter that she was going to do it or that Oliver didn’t want her to; she knew she had to. This whole time they’d been lazing about on the yacht cruising the Caribbean and he’d known his own parents were going to make his life a living hell just because he’d made the choice to live his own life. It broke her heart and she wasn’t having it. Oliver deserved to be happy and if she had to go back to chilly Colorado in December, then that’s just what she would do.

She shivered thinking about how cold it would be compared to her sun-drenched days lounging on deck, jumping into the cool water when they got too hot, then warming up together again in bed. It was going to be a harsh reality to be thrust back into, but her bags were packed and ready for her to go. Heart heavy, she did a last inspection of her original room to make sure she hadn’t left anything behind. Then, so he would be safe on the next leg of his trip, she inspected the engine room one