“I’m sorry,” Molly bit out tightly as she shifted on the sofa to face him.  “Are you implying that you intend to pay me like a whore you bought on the corner, Devil?”

Okay, now that’s the reaction that he’d been hoping to get, he thought with no small amount of satisfaction. 

“I don’t want one red cent from you,” Molly barreled on, punctuating each word with a sharp slap of her legal pad against his chest.  “How dare you!  I’m doing this for Nana!  At your request, you idiot man!  Not for some twisted kind of pay day!  What kind of woman do I look like to you?”

“Ow!” Devil yelped when the edge of her legal pad scraped against his sternum.  Grabbing her makeshift weapon, he tugged it out of her hand.  “I think I’ll hold onto that for now.”

“I can’t believe you.  Do I look like one of the mercenary witches you’ve been living it up with for the past year, Dev?  I don’t want anything from you.  Certainly not your money.  How dare you insult me like that!  Believe me, I plan on making you pay for this, but it can’t be done with a blank check, asshole.  I’ll be collecting my compensation in the form of blood and tears.  YOURS!”

Staring into her flushed face, he decided that she looked entirely capable of drawing his blood.  She was livid.  Capturing her slim wrist when she raised her arm to hit him again, Devil shook his head.  “Nuh uh,” he grunted, leaning forward to pin her smaller body against the arm of the couch, “You get to give me one shiner a week, Molly, and you’ve already reached your quota.  Use your big girl words like your momma taught you, sweetheart.”

“Asshole,” Molly spat, straining beneath him.  “How’s that for grown-up vocabulary?” she barked, her eyes flashing as he chuckled at her.

Laughing, Devil’s eyes twinkled.  “I’m not sure how your mother would feel about that unsanitized language, Molly.  She might wash that dirty mouth out with soap.”  Molly glared and bucked beneath him.  Shifting quickly so that her knee missed his groin, he settled more heavily on top of her.  “Not nice, darlin’,” he chided, tightening his grip around her wrists.  “Settle down and I’ll explain what I meant when I asked you what you wanted.”

“You know what?  You don’t need to explain.  I’ll just take the roses and jewelry all your other sluts receive as a parting gift,” she growled, twisting away from him.  “After all, if you’re going to treat me like a paid whore, I ought to receive the same compensation they got.”

Devil’s nostrils flared and he saw red.  “I have never, not once, treated any woman like a whore, Molly.  And I’ve certainly never treated you like that.  Unless you’d like to see how I treat irritatingly spoiled brats, I suggest you stop talking,” he retorted angrily.  Eyes narrowing as she opened her mouth to argue, he offered her a calculating smile.  “I warned you,” he murmured silkily before capturing her lips with his.  Swallowing her surprised gasp, he took advantage of her parted lips, slipping his tongue inside her mouth to lash out at hers.  He kissed her with a single-minded, ruthless passion, nipping her lower lip when she would have turned her face away.

Nibbling at her lips, he felt her body soften beneath his.  Groaning as her tongue slowly began to tangle with his, he released one of her wrists to bury his hand in her hair, tilting her head as he deepened the kiss.  He wasn’t sure how long he sipped at her mouth, but he groaned again as her body squirmed beneath his, rubbing against him like a needy kitten seeking affection.

He wondered if it would always be this explosive and volatile between them.  He certainly couldn’t imagine it being another way.  Touching Molly was like wrapping his hand around a live wire, electrifying and life affirming.  Slowly releasing her mouth to trail his lips down the side of her neck, he heard her harsh breathing against his ear and smiled.  His future wife was as affected by the chemistry between them as he was.

“D-devil?” Molly panted as his lips ghosted over her neck, “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she moaned as his lips closed over the throbbing pulse in her neck and suckled lightly.  Despite her objection, her hand found its way into his hair, and held him against her as his other hand released her wrist and drifted over her swollen breast.  She knew she needed to stop him before things got out of hand.   The problem was that it felt good.  Hell, it was better than good.  Having his warm, rough hands on her body felt divine.  “Ohhhhh,” she whimpered as his sneaky hand found its way under her shirt and to one breast. 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he urged when she rocked her body against his.  “Just relax and enjoy this thing between us.”

Relax?  If she was any more relaxed, she’d melt into a pool of goo, Molly thought hazily as his fingers released the clasp of her bra and he reached bare skin.  She barely murmured a protest as he stripped her out of her blouse.  She was beyond complaint.  She had offered a token protest, hadn’t she?  Besides, she was well aware of how good those lips of his could make her feel.  She’d earned a treat.  Making a conscious choice, she simply gave herself over to the moment.  She’d have eighteen months to live with the consequences, right?  She could afford to take a few minutes pleasure for herself.

Dropping his hands to her narrow waist, Devil pulled Molly down on the couch until her head rested on the cushion.  Stretching out over her, his lips latched around one rosy nipple before she could voice another concern.  Better to keep her overwhelmed by pleasure than give her time to think of reasons not to do this, he thought a little desperately.  Using his tongue, he circled the engorged bud between his lips while his other hand worried its twin peak.  She tasted like strawberries.  Tart, but sweet, and utterly intoxicating.  Shifting his head between the two glorious mounds, he grinned as she whimpered underneath him, her back arching with pleasure as she offered herself up to him.

Using his teeth, he nipped one tight nipple and drew a breathless cry from her lips.  Smiling when she shuddered, he lifted his head to look down into her dazed eyes.  “You liked that, didn’t you, minx?” he whispered, claiming her lips for another kiss as he used his thumb and forefinger to twist her swollen nipples.

“Mmmm,” she hummed into his mouth, seeking out his tongue with her own and stroking it sensually.  She felt wild and wanton, hot and needy.  “Devil,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck when he deepened their kiss again.

Plunging his tongue back into the sweet heat of her mouth, Devil grappled with the button of her jeans and yanked down the zipper.  Sliding his hand over the satiny skin of her flat belly, he teased her skin just above the material of her panties.  Sucking her lower lip, he groaned.  “Let me touch you, Molly.  I need to touch you.”

Molly opened her eyes to stare into his stormy face.  Licking her lips, she nodded slowly and lifted her ass for him as he pushed the denim past her hips.  She knew she’d regret her actions later, but right now, all she could think about was finding a way to quell the building ache inside her.  She instinctively knew that Devil could do that for her better than any man breathing.  “I want to touch you, too,” she whispered, reaching for the buttons on his shirt.   She could feel his eyes watching her as her trembling hands quickly unfastened them and pushed the material over his broad shoulders.  She kissed him back when he leaned forward and seized her lips while he shrugged out of the shirt.

Sliding her hands over his now naked chest, her pussy clenched as her hands drifted over the hard muscles.  Devil worked out and it showed.  Lean and strong, his body was sculpted perfection.  Scratching lightly at the soft mat of hair on his chest, she kissed his neck.

“God, Molly,” he groaned, clamping one hand around her ass as he ground his erection against her soft mound.  “You’re going to kill me,” he growled when her hips lifted and she rubbed against him, the friction of her still-covered pussy moving against his cock nearly bringing him to the point of no return.  “Stop that or you’re going to make me cum,” he growled against her mouth, slapping her bare ass and pulling a gasp from her lips.

Grinding against him again, she hoped he’d spank her again.  That little jolt of pain had sent a current of pure pleasure straight to her pussy.  Hearing that she was driving him to the edge by just rubbing against him only heightened her pleasure.  “I was wrong,” she murmured against his lips. 

Lifting his head, he frowned down at her amused face.  “Wrong?  About what?”

Sliding her hand between them, she cupped his dick through the thin slacks he wore.  “There’s nothing wee about your willy after all.”

Groaning deeply when her hand tightened around him, Devil slammed his lips over hers again, pushing his tongue into her mouth and kissing her wildly. How had he let himself keep his distance for an entire year?  Lifting his hips as she pulled at his belt buckle, all his good intentions flew out the window as her hand finally closed around his throbbing cock.  He wanted inside her, married or not.

“Christ,” he hissed when her inquisitive fingers slowly stroked over his thick shaft, tentatively learning the feel of his flesh.  “Fuck, Molly.” He groaned when her thumb circled the flared head, spreading the small bead of dew that had collected there.  “You have to stop, sweetheart,” he growled against her ear, unable to stop watching as her hand slid up and down his length.

“Devil, I swear if you get cold feet now, I’ll never forgive you,” Molly panted, fisting his cock and squeezing firmly.  If he thought he was going to work her up into a frenzy again and just leave her hanging, he was in for a very rude surprise.  By all that was holy, she’d rip his very nice manhood right off his body.  She was with the man that had literally driven her crazy for the past year, and by God, she was going to get everything she wanted!

Devil laughed, brushing a kiss against her upturned lips.  “Sweetheart, there’s not a single piece of me that’s not hot for you right now, but if you don’t let go of my dick, this is gonna be over before it gets real good for you,” he warned against her ear, nipping her lobe playfully for emphasis.

“Oh,” Molly replied weakly, her entire body quivering with excitement as she slid her hand over his velvety hard length again. 

“I haven’t been with a woman in over a year, Mols, and you’re coming dangerously close to robbing me of what little control I have left,” he whispered, groaning as he pushed his cock against her wicked little hand.  “Have just a little mercy on me.”

“It’s the truth,” she murmured, her eyes widening in awe as he throbbed in her grip. 

“Very, very true, gorgeous,” he murmured, gently nipping her parted lips.  “Now, for the love of God, ease off a little, Molly, and let me make this good for you first,” he groaned when her hand tightened around him convulsively. 

She released his cock slowly, lifting one finger from him at a time as she watched his clenched face slowly relax.

“Good girl,” he breathed when her grip finally loosened around him.  Kissing her gently, he smiled.  “Now, hold on,” he warned, quickly lifting himself from the couch and reaching down to haul her into his arms.

“Devil!” Molly squealed, gripping his neck as he turned them toward the stairs.  “What are you doing?”

“If you think that I’m going to make love to you for the first time on the living room sofa, you have drastically underestimated me,” he replied easily, taking the steps two at a time.

Molly gripped his shoulders as he carried her like she weighed nothing more than a bag of flour.  Swallowing hard as her heartbeat sped up, she suddenly realized that this was really happening between them.  Dozens of doubts flooded her mind, but every single one of them fled as he walked into his spacious bedroom and placed her in the center of his huge bed.

Licking her lips as she watched him kick off his shoes and push his slacks down over his lean hips, she caught her breath.  His body was ripped perfection.  Toned, well-muscled arms...hard, lickable six pack...firm thighs… and the longest, thickest cock she’d ever seen in her life.  Letting her eyes drift over him again, she blinked as she noticed a small tattoo just above his hip.  “You’ve got a tat?” she asked, sitting up on the bed so that she could caress the small Celtic cross that he had on his skin. “Straight-laced, serious Devil Delancy did something daring?” she teased, peeking up at him through her lowered lashes.

Chuckling, he brushed his fingers against her jaw as her fingertips traced the cross on his hip.  “One very drunken night in college a very long time ago.”

“It’s pretty,” she praised, leaning into his hand as she noticed his bobbing cock close to her lips.

Following her gaze, his lips curved wickedly.  “I really hope you’re talking about the tat and not my dick, sweetheart.”

“Hmmmm,” she hummed, pressing a finger to her lips as she considered both.

“You are truly hell on a man’s confidence, Molly Ramsey,” he growled, gazing down at her as she smiled up at him.

“As far as I know, confidence has never been an attribute you lacked,” Molly replied with a giggle, lifting one hand to caress him again.  “But if you really need to have your ego stroked, I’ll do my best to comply,” she promised softly.   His low groan of approval emboldened her, and she slowly brought him to her mouth, brushing her lips lightly against the flushed head of his cock.  Inhaling deeply, she gazed at his sizeable arousal and shivered as she thought about him filling her.  Darting her tongue out to sweep against his tip, she heard his harsh, indrawn breath.

“Jesus, Molly,” he growled as her wet tongue slid against his hot skin.  “Don’t tease a starving man, woman.”  Watching as she parted her lips and encased the head of his dick in the smoldering heat of her mouth, he groaned.  Now, that was a sexy sight, watching her mouth descend over his swollen flesh.  Burying a hand in her hair, he guided her head over him as he thrust carefully between her parted lips. 

Swirling her tongue around the ridge of his penis, Molly hummed happily as Devil cursed, his voice low and raw as his fingers tightened in her hair.  Hearing his reaction only empowered her, fueling both her hunger and her desire.  She had to admit that she wasn’t exactly an expert in this area, but she knew enough.  Bracing her hands against his thick thighs, she slid her mouth over him, suckling his flesh and stroking her tongue over the vein that ran the length of his cock.

Grunting as his dick met the back of her throat, Devil released an agonized sound that echoed through the bedroom.  Her soft lips were wreaking havoc on his control.  His too-long ignored libido had shifted into overdrive, and he was seconds away from losing his mind.  “Molly, baby,” he gasped, pulling himself free of her greedy mouth with his last ounce of self-control, “Lie down, sweetheart.”

“But…”

Cupping her face in his hands, he met her confused eyes.  “Trust me, Molly.  Lie down,” he ordered, urging her to her back before crawling between her legs.  “It’s my turn to explore,” he murmured, pressing an openmouthed kiss to the inside of one shapely thigh.