She wanted—needed—to explore more of him, so she pushed at his shoulder and wrapped a leg around his hip, turning them so they flipped over. John went along with her silent request, even when they rolled right off the couch onto the area rug. He gave a grunt when his back hit the floor, but he grinned as well, as if every part of the experience, even falling off a couch, was fun and wonderful, just because he got to be with her. That thought touched her at the same time it drove her wild, so she kissed him…hard.

Now that she had her way and could be on top, she took full advantage of her position, exploring every inch of his huge, muscled form, driving him crazy with touches and kisses, until his patience snapped and he took over. He did the same thing to her, discovering every sensitive spot and freckle, learning her bit by bit until she felt as if he knew her body better than anyone. She was frantic and squirming with need long before he donned a condom and slid inside her.

As he moved in her, learning her reactions and how to get her to tighten around him with building pleasure, he watched her face, kissing her and touching her and making her feel so connected to him that she could barely stand it even as she craved it at the same time. Tension built inside her as he watched, quickly finding exactly the best way to move and the best places to stroke and touch until the pleasure peaked and she shattered, her body clutching him as she cried out and dragged him over the edge with her.

He finally closed his eyes as he came, ecstasy contorting his features. It was Molly’s turn to watch him, and she hungrily took in his expressions as pleasure washed over him—pleasure that she’d caused. The idea that she’d given this to him, just as he’d done for her, gave her a warm, satisfied feeling that merged with her afterglow into a deep contentment.

As they lay there immediately afterward, their bodies still linked, Molly thought about what had just happened. Making love with John hadn’t been like what she’d expected…not that she’d allowed herself to think about it—at least not for long—before now. It had been crazy intense, and completely different from their usual light and teasing interactions.

She wasn’t sure why she was so surprised by that, since it made sense. That was how they were together in everything else, after all. They argued and teased and laughed and stole each other’s skips, but they also watched each other’s backs and took care of each other. No wonder sex had been wild and passionate. They could be fun and silly, but together, they could be more than that, too.

John slid out of her, and she felt a pang, missing that physical connection. He kissed her once—thoroughly—before reluctantly pushing to his feet. As he crossed the room to toss the condom in a small garbage can, Molly moved to a sitting position, feeling awkward now that she was lying by herself on the rug.