Page 42 of Curvy Nanny for the Cowboy

“That’s because sometimes you look the most beautiful when you’re a mess. Digging in the dirt of the garden? Or getting messy with Hunter doing one of your craft projects?” She was everything a little kid should have in a mother: warm, caring, and unafraid to get on her knees and be one of the kids.

The whole dinner was like a damn dream sequence from a movie. We talked about anything and everything, we flirted over our meals, and shared our dishes. She laughed, and she made me laugh, and the only quiet moments were when we got lost in each other’s eyes. I couldn’t have dreamed up a more perfect date if I’d tried, and I never wanted it to end.

“Dessert?” Our server arrived with a knowing smile, as if even she could see the sparks and the happiness sparking between us.

Molly sighed. “I really want that chocolate cheesecake, but the food was so good I gobbled up every last bite.”

And I just wanted her to keep smiling. “Two slices of chocolate cheesecake, please. To go.”

“Coming right up.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said when the waitress was out of earshot.

“Of course I did. There’s still time for dessert,” I told her and took her hand, brushing a soft kiss to the middle of her palm.

Her eyes widened, happiness shone in the green depths. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, we have one more stop to make.” Half an hour later, we were parked in the middle of a field lit by the low-hanging moon.

“Is this theparkingI heard so much about as a girl?”

I laughed at her question as I helped her from the truck. “If that’s what you want, sure, but I thought we could have a dance under the stars.”

She let out a swoony sigh and laid her head on my chest. “Well now, that’s about the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard, Colton McCall.” Her playful tone put a smile on my face.

I took one hand in mine and held her close. We barely swayed to the slow song about long-lost lovers being given a second chance, both of us lost in our thoughts. One song ended and another began, and I held her close; her warmth and her scent set my heart on fire.

Molly looked up at me, smiled, and then pushed up on her toes and pressed her lips to mine. “This night is perfect, Colton. Completely and totally perfect.” Her lips touched mine again, and I lifted her off her feet, devouring her mouth while her hands clung to my shoulders, her tongue met mine stroke for stroke.

“Molly.”

She smiled down at me and cupped my jaw. “Is this the parking part of the date?” she asked, wiggling her brows.

Fuck yes.I gripped her by the waist and set her in the passenger seat before climbing in beside her. Before I was settled completely, Molly straddled my lap and fused her lips to mine again; except this time, the kiss was pure white-hot fire. Her tongue led the dance while her hips swirled over my growing erection until I could no longer stifle the groan that began deep in my gut.

“Colton,” she gasped breathlessly, pulling back to unbutton my jeans before she reached inside, squeezing and stroking my cock. “Yes.”

“Molly,” I growled, squeezing her soft, round ass.

She slid off my lap, and after a few seconds of pretzel aerobics, she dropped a pair of lacy red panties on the driver’s seat before settling on my lap once again. “Colton,” she moaned when my fingers slipped between her thighs, finding her wet and swollen. “You always know how to make me feel good.”

“Making you feel good makes me feel good,” I admitted, sliding a finger deep in one long stroke. “You’re so wet. Is that for me?”

She pulled back, her green eyes glazed over with heat, want, and need. “Only for you,” she breathed out, swirling her hips and bucking up when my thumb found her clit. “I need you, Colt.”

I needed her too, and as I watched her come apart in my arms, I realized I needed her for more than this. Sex with Molly was incredible, always shockingly explosive. But the in-between times, when she was soft and sweet and just Molly, had dug deep into my heart, into my soul, and laid claim to all of me. “I’m right here, Molly.”

She nodded and freed my cock from my jeans, raising up on her knees before she slowly, achingly slowly, lowered herself onto my cock. “Now you’re right here,” she bit out with a groan as her head fell back and desire took over. “So hard and thick,” she moaned.

“Molly,” I whispered and gripped her hips tighter, surging up to meet her stroke for heart-stopping stroke. It was like one of those fires that went from a spark to an inferno in seconds. She panted hard, and I grunted my pleasure; the sounds blended with yet another slow country ballad, the perfect soundtrack for this night.

We came together hard and fast, our need to get closer and deeper the only driving force. Our mouths attacked clumsily, teeth smacking together, lips misaligned in our dizzying desire to be together. “Yes, Colton,” she shouted a second after she tore her mouth from mine. Her hands gripped my shoulders as she rode me harder and faster, taking me so deep that I was sure I’d left a piece of myself in there. “Colton!”

Watching Molly as she flew apart left me transfixed for several long moments, and the next thing I knew, my own orgasm exploded out of me, shocking me with its intensity, its ferocity. “Fuck, Molly. Babe.” I held her shuddering body close; my cock still surged as she trembled in my arms and shook with aftershocks.

“Wow,” she breathed out. “That was… wow.”

“It was more than wow,” I replied in a confident, if slightly shaky voice, because it was everything.

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