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the ride to his house, she kept trying to think of something to say, but Chance, sensing her nervousness, turned on the radio and began to hum along with the tune.
    Finally, he took one of her hands in his, squeezing gently. “You can still change your mind, Molly. I’ll understand. And no hard feelings.” He grinned. “If you’ll pardon the pun.”
    She had the sense that, for whatever reason, he was as nervous about this as she was, and that made her relax a little.
    “If I wanted to change my mind I would have done it last night,” she told him. She tilted her head a little to get a better look at his face. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous.”
    He shrugged. When he spoke, his voice was flat. Uninflected. “Sometimes you just never can tell about women.”
    Okay. Was this the ex-wife thing again? She decided silence would be her best answer.
    “I have beer and wine,” he told her when they were inside his house. “What’s your choice?”
    “Actually, I think I’d like a beer.”
    He pulled two bottles from the fridge, opened them and handed one to her.
    “I’d have thought after Houston your taste ran more to wine than anything.”
    “You brought me a beer last night,” she reminded him.
    He shrugged. “That was Rusty’s. The best thing they serve is beer.”
    He tilted his bottle and she touched hers to it. They each took a long swallow, watching the other carefully.
    Chance blew out a breath. “Screw it.” He took her beer and set it on the counter next to his then drew her into his arms. “Come here, Molly. I’ve been waiting all day for this.”
    His mouth was hot on hers, first light then heavy, his tongue tracing the outline before licking the seam. She opened for him willingly, letting his tongue inside. It danced everywhere like a wild flame, scorching every surface. Heat surged through her body, soaking her already damp crotch and sending a tingling sensation to her breasts. What exactly was it about Chance McDaniel that he could make her explode with just a simply touch?
    One hand clasped her head, holding it in place, while another splayed against her ass, pulling her hard against his swollen cock. She pressed her hips into him, rubbing herself back and forth against the thick shaft that threatened the burst free from his jeans at any moment.
    Chance broke the kiss, trailing his lips across her cheek and finding the tender spot beneath her ear. He licked it gently, sending shivers dancing along her spine. His teeth nibbled lightly at the lobe of her ear, then scraped the column of her neck.
    “I think dinner might have to wait,” he murmured, his lips at the hollow of her throat. “I need my appetizer first. And I can’t wait.”
    His hands make fast work of her clothes. Tonight he was much faster removing her clothes, stripping her quickly as he kissed her mouth, her neck, the swell of her breasts. She toed off her shoes and kicked them to the side as he pulled her jeans and thong down her legs. His warm hand palmed her pussy and one lean finger explored her folds.
    “God, you’re so wet already,” he breathed.
    He inserted one finger and she rocked back and forth on it.
    “Jesus, Molly, you just do it to me.”
    Reaching his hands to cup her ass, he lifted her and, in one fluid motion, laid her out on the kitchen table, brushing the newspapers on it to the floor. Bending her knees back, he exposed her cunt to his gaze, all but licking his lips.
    “Do you every play with toys, Molly?” he asked, his breathing uneven.
    “T-Toys?” Did he want to know about her vibrator? How could she admit to something so personal?
    “Yeah, toys.” He slid his tongue the length of her slit and looked up at her with her juices glistening on his mouth. “I like toys. All kinds of toys. Ever try Ben Wah balls, for example? Or a vibrating butterfly?” Desire darkened his face. “I’ve even got one I can control with a remote. Ever try them?”
    Quick pulse beats thudded through her, waking