-Molly's POV-
The house was dark when we pulled up, but I wasn't sure if that even mattered to me. My body was throbbing like it was one large organism, and I wanted nothing more than to feel Scott buried deep inside me.
I was aching so badly that I didn't know if I could do anything but whimper at that moment.
Scott seemed to feel the same way. He pulled the car around back, parking in the small graveled driveway right in front of his house.
"Get inside," Scott demanded in a husky tone.
I shoved the car door open and hurried inside of his house, not even noticing if I remembered to shut it or not.
I hadn't even reached his bedroom before his hands were on me.
He jerked me against his chest, making the breath rush out of my lungs before his mouth caught it. His swept inside, touching and tasting, dualing with my own until I didn't even think I could remember how to breathe.
