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You seem to be full of hidden talents.” Derrick winced as he slowly turned his head from side to side.
    “Are you okay, though? Seriously, Derrick. You scared me.”
    “I think I’ll be okay, though the damage to my pride may be irreparable. Stupid horse. What happened anyway?”
    “There was a black snake in the path. I guess it spooked her. And stupid man, you mean. You should have been paying more attention,” Gracie chided. In nearly twenty years of riding she had never been bucked from a horse.
    “Touché,” he replied. “When the other horses hear about this I’ll be the laughing stock of the stable, I’m sure.”
    “Let me look at your eyes. I’d better check for a concussion.” Gracie leaned over Derrick, used her two fingers to hold open his lids and peered into his eye. No dilation, everything looked normal.
    “How’s it look, doc?” Derrick asked.
    “You’ll live,” she replied. “But we should…”
    Before she could finish her sentence Derrick placed a hand behind her head and pulled her face to his. He kissed her deeply and she parted her lips in automatic response without thinking what she was doing. His mouth was warm and when he touched her lips with his tongue she opened wider to accept him. The kiss took her breath away and suddenly she forgot everything else. She forgot Derrick’s near-death fall; she forgot that they were in the middle of nowhere. Most importantly, she forgot that they had just met less than twenty-four hours ago. The kiss seemed to go on forever. Somehow she was on top of Derrick, straddling him as he lay in the rocky dirt. First his hands were on her face, and then they were wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against him. She could feel the bulge of his urgency through his jeans and impulsively it made her press her hips into him. For a moment Gracie caught herself and pulled back.
    “Wait,” she panted, “We shouldn’t do this. You’re hurt; you could have died.”
    “I know,” replied Derrick, as breathless as she was, “and I just realized that I don’t want to die without having done this.” He got up and pulled her to her feet. “Wait just a minute.” Going over to the horses he pulled a colorful woven blanket from one of the saddlebags. Finding a grassier spot under the trees he spread the blanket on the ground. Going over to Gracie her took her by the hands and led her to the spot. “Now where were we?”
    “I think we were about here,” Gracie said, tilting her chin up and wrapping her arms around Derrick’s neck. She planted her lips on his. As he kissed her, Derrick worked her out of her coat and unbuttoned her shirt. Her skin broke out in gooseflesh as the crisp air touched it, but she didn’t feel the cold. She felt like she was on fire. After shedding her coat and shirt, Derrick popped the clasp on her bra with expert quickness. Her breasts surged forward, nipples hard as diamonds against his exploring fingers.
    In return she removed his jacket and shirt, feeling the ripples of his perfectly toned body. It had been awhile since she’d done this, but Gracie knew it was like riding a bike: you never forgot how. Like an old pro she unbuckled his belt one-handed and felt inside his jeans to find his erect penis waiting to be set free. She took it in her hand and stroked it, squeezing gently on the shaft. Derrick groaned with pleasure as he lowered her onto the blanket. Leaving her mouth for the moment, he let his lips trace a path down her neck and chest, stopping to suckle some warmth into each nipple and he undid her jeans and pulled them down so that she could kick out of them. His mouth traveled further down to find the secret spot between her legs. It stayed there until Gracie thought she might explode with pleasure. Urgently she spread her legs wider and pulled him up to her.
    “Now,” she gasped.
    Without hesitation, Derrick plunged inside her, where she was already hot and moist with anticipation. They both gasped with