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She looks up at me with an expression like she’s just won a victory over me.

She has positively bewitched me; she knows full well I don’t want to go yet.

It’s ten different kinds of fucked up, but next thing I know, I’m bending over her, and our mouths have blissfully, needfully, come together. The pleasure of her soft, supple mouth is mind-boggling. She accepts my kiss with surprise and then ease.

Very quickly the kiss heats up and we are both burning for something that ain’t cookies.

I swipe my tongue across the seam of her lips. She opens to me. I can’t stay bent over like this much longer, so my inner caveman takes control. I grab her and lift her up swiftly, not letting my lips ease off of her delicious mouth. Her legs scramble around, and I help her by pulling up her thighs to rest on my waist. Molly’s legs wrapped around me like this is enough of a glimpse of heaven to make me nut inside my own jeans, if I’m not careful. I don’t believe I’ve ever had a woman climb me like a tree before. Dang. This is good. Real good.

While our mouths are locked together in an urgent kiss, I run my hands up the outside of her thighs and smooth my palms over her ass, on top of her night shirt. One hand rotates around her cheeks and finds its way under the hem, and soon both hands are full of her bare ass. She lets out a squeak.

I rumble into her mouth, “Saucy thing ain’t got no panties on.”

She licks the inside of my mouth wantonly, whimpers and comes up breathless from the kiss.

“I wasn’t expecting to enter negotiations with a horny Okie when I first got ready for bed.”

I growl at her impudence and squeeze her harder while my lips blaze hot, wet kisses down her neck until my face is between her soft, welcoming breasts. The wispy lace of her nightie is teasing me to have myself a taste of what’s inside.

I set her down on the kitchen table, shoving aside the plate of cookies and coffee mugs.

She gasps in surprise but her thighs tighten around me.

I grab a handful of her breasts over the top of her nightie. When I squeeze both breasts, clamping her nipples between my knuckles, she inhales deeply and lets out a whimper.

We may not like each other much, but my hands sure do like her body and her body sure does like my hands.

Hovering over her on the table, I caress her thigh while the other hand pulls down the fabric covering one breast. Her milky white skin and dark rosy nipple invite me to have a taste. My lips accept the invitation, kissing and suckling her sweet, taut bud.

Molly moans. Her body arches into me.

As my hand pulls at the fabric more aggressively, my mouth travels across her skin to lavish her other nipple with attention.

“Mmm,” she croons, pressing her body closer. “Before we get any further you should know I’ve never done this before.”

“On a table? Me neither.”

“No, Daniel. I’m a virgin.”

Chapter Seven

Molly

I don’t know what’s weirder: the way Daniel up and left last night in the middle of an inappropriate and hot makeout session, or the fact that I haven’t seen Terrence all day.

I check all of the wiener dog’s usual haunts: the entire house, under the porch, the barn, but no dice. I walk the fence line at sunset to make sure he’s not hurt and hiding out somewhere.

The other dogs and I play fetch as we walk the perimeter together, starting behind the house, all the way back into the woods, past my favorite tree, and back out of the trees and along the north fence line. A wide-open, beautiful pink and purple striped sky decorates this unseasonably pleasant July evening.

I love watching the sun go down behind the trees on my land.

My land.

My home.

My piece of property that my Papaw built with his own two hands.

I love it here and I’m never leaving.

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