on his remote locking the truck and met her on the sidewalk. He was reaching for her when some headlights swept over them. They were standing out on a city street at only ten-thirty on a Friday night. There would likely be a fair amount of traffic. In fact, some of her neighbors had probably been to the game, too.
“Josh doesn’t live near here, does he?” Richard asked hoarsely.
“No, and Sabrina doesn’t, either. We should be safe unless one of them gets homesick in the middle of the night.”
He’d have been amused by the idea if his body hadn’t been seized by such urgency. “You got your key?”
“I’m hunting.” She mumbled a swearword he guessed she didn’t say at work as she rooted through the giant leather satchel she called a purse. He steered her up the walk as she searched. Get inside before you start ripping her clothes off. There’s a plan.
She found the key and got it in the lock. The interior was dark but for a lamp left on in the living room. Richard shut the door, locked it and turned Molly to face him. Her purse fell from her hand and thudded to the floor.
“I want you,” he said, voice pure gravel. “Do you know what you look like in these jeans?” He spread his hand on her butt, squeezing.
“Fat?”
“Lush. Sexy. Stick figures don’t do it for me.”
“Thank heavens.” She sighed, and then their mouths met.
He tried to take it slow. This was their first time, after all. Slow didn’t seem to be a viable gear. Fortunately, she didn’t seem to care.
Richard kissed her deep and long. One hand roved while the other kept her tight against him. She seemed to be cooperating with that goal, since her arms latched around his neck and she matched every roll of his hips with one of her own.
Man, he wanted to take her up against the door, but what if her daughter decided to stop by the house for a forgotten item?
“Bed,” he growled.
“Upstairs.”
He grinned wolfishly. “You walk up ahead of me.” He could relive the fantasy that had tormented him during both basketball games, after watching Molly ascend the bleachers. Only this time, it would have a happy ending.
She eyed him with caution if not suspicion, then started upstairs. Richard followed close behind. What he’d have really liked was if she were naked. He stroked her ass, eased his hand up to her waist and finally stopped her halfway up so he could press against her body. He nuzzled her neck.
“I don’t know if I’m going to make it.”
She shot him a flirtatious, laughing glance, wriggled her hips. “What a shame that would be.”
He’d have loved to sweep her up in his arms, but Molly wasn’t a small woman and they could end up hurt. While he weighed risk and benefit, she bolted, and he went after her. By the time he made it into the bedroom behind her, she’d freed her hair from the ponytail, letting it fall down around her shoulders. Something about the movement, almost innocent, no more than a woman letting her hair down, turned him on more than an impromptu striptease would have.
“I love your hair,” he told her, and plunged his fingers into it. He already knew how it felt, silky but not soft, thick and strong. He stroked, letting it run through his fingers. He didn’t kiss her, because he might not have been able to stop, and he wanted to look at her.
“Lift your arms,” he said roughly, and when she did he peeled her sweater over her head. The sight of her in a peach-colored, lace-edged satin bra that barely confined gorgeous breasts was enough to make him feel as if he’d taken a blow to the belly. A sound escaped him. Something raw, ragged. As if in a dream, he lifted his hands and cupped her, ran the pads of his thumbs over her nipples.
Molly moaned and arched her back, thrusting her breasts more fully into his hands. He lifted them, squeezed, bent his head and nuzzled the bared curves. And then he reached behind her and unfastened the clasp. With slow, deliberate movements, he caressed her shoulders—she had beautiful shoulders—easing the narrow straps off, until the bra slid down and dropped to their feet. He didn’t watch it go. He was enthralled with her breasts. The skin was as creamy as he’d imagined, her nipples a beautiful, dusky color, the areola as generous in size as