Prologue
Molly
"When the clock strikes midnight, you'll be screaming my name. "
That had been what the text I got from Dakota earlier today had read. And damn him, I've been thinking about it since then. Which is why I spent the afternoon taking an everything shower, and moisturized like I was going to the beach.
I figured by this point in the night, he'd be between my thighs and I'd already be choking out an orgasm.
But that's not where I am.
Glancing at the clock, I realize I’m starting to get annoyed. He should’ve been here an hour ago, but he texted me and said he got caught up in a traffic stop that Fish and Wildlife were called into.
I should be at my parents, ringing in the New Year with my brother and my best friend, but I ate dinner, and then I lied, saying that I didn’t feel well.
All so I could come home and wait for the man who’s been rocking my world for the better part of the last six months. It’s not been easy. Not when our lives are so intensely enmeshed. We've managed to keep it a secret. I don't think it was necessarily a decision we made - to keep it a secret - but both of us know when someone in our families find out, we'll have zero privacy.
Hell they'll probably be planning the wedding.
I’m twirling the ring on my finger and watching some stupid show on TV about the end of the year, when I see headlights in my driveway.
“It’s a damn good thing you didn’t take your good panties off, Molls,” I tell myself, as I get up and smooth my skirt down.
There’s a knock at my door, and since I’ve been raised in a family full of law enforcement officers, I know not to throw it open without checking who it is first.
“C’mon, Moll, let me in.”
Although I recognize the voice, and would do anything that man asked me to do, I still stand on my tiptoes and glance out.
When I see him standing there, still in uniform, I smirk, before unlocking it and throwing the door open. “It’s about damn time.”
“Sorry, had to help your uncle.”
Shoving the door shut, I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in for the kiss I’ve wanted all day. Right before his lips take mine, I say on a breath. “Hope you’re ready to ring in the New Year the right way, Dakota.”
The smirk that spreads across his face is the pure bad boy I've come to know. I always thought he was hot, but a little annoying when all he was, was my brother's best friend. Now? I've grown to know him in ways I never thought possible. Now I realize this man has layers and levels.
My favorite?
The dirty guy in the bedroom.
"The question is, are you?" He throws back at me.
"I've been ready all day," I answer honestly.
He tilts his head to the side, his palms going down to my ass. Leaning in, his breath is hot on my ear when he speaks. "Are you wet, Molly?"
I nod, licking my lips when I feel my nipples peak at the timbre of his voice. I've never reacted to a man like I react to this one. "Mmm hmmm."
He hooks his arms around my waist and lifts me up slightly, before walking me over to the counter. "Let me check," he whispers, stepping in between my spread thighs.
Those dark eyes of his meet mine as he spreads his legs and bends down a little bit. His hand moves down my bare thigh until it hits my knee. Once his palm is over top of my knee, he hooks it around, spreading my thighs wider, and then his hand dives underneath the skirt I'm wearing. "Baby, are you wearing panties?"
Licking my lips, I nod. "They're just very, very small."
His fingers are at the lace barrier when he sucks in a breath. "I can feel the heat from here. Did you feel sexy when you put them on, Molly? Was your pussy already clenching when you slipped them over these smooth legs? Did you reach between your legs and touch yourself?"
God. This man. "Yes to all of that."