Will could feel Molly's mounting desperation like it was his own, though it was getting difficult to tell which emotions were his and which were hers, all of them tangled between them, identical and blending. Her fingers pressed in between the buttons of his shirt to touch his skin, and he wanted to take it off for her, but he didn't want to let her go either, his hands moving over her back, slipping into the hollow at the base and down over her ass, then back up again, touching her everywhere. He wanted to ask her if he could take her to the bedroom, but he didn't want to stop kissing her, their mouths coming together again and again, hot and wet.

Her clothes were so tight, and they looked amazing on her gorgeous body, but right now he just wanted to get beneath them. There was no room to slip his hand up the back of her shirt and he growled into her mouth, a predatory sound of frustration. He pulled his mouth away from her, aching already at the loss of contact, pressing his lips against her jaw, both arms wrapped low around her waist.

"God, Molly," he moaned, his kisses trailing up to her ear. "Can I take you to bed?" he asked, his teeth finding her earlobe and biting softly.