Molly makes a quiet sound beside me.
"Don't," I say again.
"Your mom just figured it out."
"My mom has been trying to figure it out for years, she just finally got a reason to." I back out and head toward her place, and this time the truck is quiet between us, but it’s a comfortable one.
I pull into her driveway and cut the engine, and neither of us gets out.
The porch light is on, and it throws just enough light into the cab that I can see her clearly. She's turned toward me slightly, her jacket still on, her hair curling around her face, and she's looking at me with those eyes that I have never once in my life been able to look away from.
"You drove me absolutely out of my mind tonight," I tell her, because there's no point in not saying it.
"At a bowling alley," she says, the corner of her mouth curving. "With your sixteen-year-old sister three feet away."
"I don't know what to tell you, that's just what you do to me." I reach over and tuck a piece of hair back behind her ear, and my hand doesn't come back right away, it stays there along the side of her jaw, and she lets it. "I've been thinking about this since the second we walked through the front door of that place."
"Thinking about what exactly?" she asks, and her voice has gone lower.
"This." I lean in, and she meets me halfway, because she always does, because that's the thing about the two of us that I don't think either of us fully accounted for when we started this. There's no hesitation here. There never has been. Her hand comes up and grabs the front of my jacket and I slide my hand back into her hair, and we're kissing in the dark of my truck in her driveway like we've got nowhere else in the world we need to be.
She tastes like the beer she had and something underneath it that is just her, and I feel the tension that has been sitting in my chest all night finally let go.
When she pulls back, she's breathing a little harder than usual, and so am I, and she's still got her fist wrapped in my jacket.
"Pretty Girl, if you only knew what I wanted to do to you..." my voice trails off.
"Why don't you show me?" Her eyes glow in the lights from the dashboard.
"Don't tempt me," I groan.
Leaning in, she grabs my lips with hers again. "But that's exactly what I want to do."
Chapter 10
Molly
We've stopped kissing, and Dakota has come around the side of the truck, opening the passenger's side door. He stands below me, and I turn toward him, spreading my thighs so that I can scoot in closer to him. For just a few moments, I want to feel out of control with him again. I want to feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, his Pretty Girl.
Tangling my fingers in his hair, I pull his mouth to mine, and tangle our tongues together. His arms come around my waist, holding me tightly to him. A groan in the back of his throat causes the hair to stand up on the back of my neck, and my nipples to pebble.
Ripping his lips from mine, he smears them down my neck, nipping where my neck and shoulder meet. Titling to the side, I give him all the room he needs, and dig my nails into his shoulders when his hands move from my waist and raise to my breasts. "God, Dakota," I pant, when his palms close over my breasts and his fingers knead the flesh.
Somehow he gets the hem of my sweater up, and exposes my lace-covered chest to the night. There's no one facing this side of my house, so I know no one is going to be seeing anything I don't want them to, and I also know that Dakota will stop before this gets too out of hand.
"I could fuck you right here." His voice is smooth and hoarse at the same time.
He presses me back, and although it's not completely comfortable, I push myself up with my elbows against the console. With my eyes wide open, I look down at him, watching when he pulls the top of my bra down, exposing my flesh to the chill of the night. His mouth closes over the puckered tip, and I shiver at the difference in temperature from the outside to the warmth of where he's sucked the flesh inside. Spreading my legs, so I can get closer, I rub against him like a cat. "Please fuck me right now," I beg.
He pulls back, those dark eyes of his looking deeply into mine. "You know that's a crime Molly."
"In my own driveway?" I question, pulling my bottom lip in between my teeth. "C'mon, Dakota. My pussy is swollen for you, and I know you've been hard for me all night."
More than anything, I want to break the tight control he has on himself. Want to be the woman that he'll never get enough of and won't be able to let go. So I decide that if this is a crime, then I'll gladly suffer the consequences. Reaching down, I hook my fingers in the waistband of his jeans, tugging him to me. Once I have hold of him securely, I unbutton those jeans, and push them down enough to get his cock out of the top of his boxer briefs.
"Goddamn, Molly," he hisses when I circle my fist around his length.
I know I have him when I move up and down with a slight jacking motion and feel the bead of moisture seep from the head. "Fuck me, Dakota. Please, just fuck me."