"Kissing me like this," I hurried to add, trailing a blaze of hot kisses up her swanlike neck. "I love you kissing me like this. Feels so damn good, Dolly."

Slowly, she relaxed in my arms again and I mentally sagged in relief.

"I love you," she whispered, pulling my mouth back down to hers. "Kissing me like this, too, D."

Fuck.

My hands moved of their own accord, tracing every faint curve and groove of her beautiful body. The lace of her dress only enhanced the feeling as all five of my senses went into overdrive.

"Are they doing it?"

"Omigod, is he fucking her?"

"Hell yeah, King. You the man!"

"Is that Rourke Owens' Rover?"

"Woohoo, bro. Tap that ass!"

Tearing her mouth away from me, Molly exhaled a ragged breath. "Are they talking about us?"

"Who the hell cares? I've wanted to kiss these lips every day since I last tasted them," I confessed, leaning in to kiss her once more before breaking apart to catch my breath. "You're so fucking perfect, it hurts."

Molly looked a little dazed as she stared up at me, all wide eyed and flushed cheeks. "Best friends aren't supposed to kiss like this."

"Yeah? Well, going by that theory, best friends aren't supposed to fuck either, but that's exactly what we're doing later."

"Wow." Her eyes widened for the briefest moment before a huge smile spread across her face. "I can't believe you actually said that out loud."

"Neither can I." I shrugged sheepishly. "To be honest, I thought I said that last part in my head."

"Nope." Stifling a groan, Molly buried her face in my chest. "You said it loud and proud."

"Don't tell me you're going shy on me?"

"Well, it's weirder this time," she admitted, keeping her face buried in my chest. "We don't have alcohol to blame for the lines we just blurred, and I'm just about out of reasons and excuses to stop this."

"Then how 'bout we stop making excuses and blame feelings instead?"

"Feelings?"

Nodding, I traced my thumb over the curve of her cheek and leaned closer, brow resting against hers. "I don't know about you, but I can't seem to control a thing my feelings do lately."

"I know what you mean." She blew out a shaky breath. "Damn those pesky feelings."

"I want this, Molly," I came right out and said, more like fucking blurted, as I stared down at the only girl I'd ever caught feelings for. "You. Me. I want us to be –"

"Well, there the fuck you are!" A familiar voice boomed through the air moments before the owner of said voice came into view. "It's about damn time you showed up. We've been looking all over for you."

"Reebo?" I frowned, turning to look at my friend, who was being flanked by Bear. "Y'all okay?"

"We are," Reebo answered. "But Rourke sure as shit won't be once he sees who Britt invited tonight."

At the sound of Britt's name, Molly tensed beside me.