She'd thought maybe she'd been too aggressive, but Will met her intensity head on with his own and she knew this was right. Every pass of her lips on his just drove this thing between more firmly into her marrow, ratcheted the lust bouncing between them higher. They were in sync in the best way.

She couldn't get enough of the taste of him, the feel of him inside her mind. He groaned and Molly shuddered as it wound down inside her and pulled an answering noise from her, deep and heartfelt as she chased his tongue with hers.

Molly's hand moved over his shirt, fingers catching in the spaces between the buttons, greedy for the feel of his skin but too lost in the kiss to do anything but steal tiny snatches of sensation. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, fingers in the soft hair there as she arched against him, nipping at his bottom lip when they parted for breath, mouths sliding against eachother, hot and desperate.

"Will..." She breathed, licking her lips before she dove back in for more of a taste of him.