“I love you,” I whisper to him.
He releases me and I lift my head to look at him. “I love you, Molly. So much,” he says, gently cupping my face and kissing me.
I return his kiss, placing my hands on his arms, parting my lips allowing his tongue entrance. His hands slowly move down my body, taking in my curves until one lands on my hip, and the other finds my thigh. He moves his hand up under the edge of my dress, slowly, gently caressing the skin of my thigh as he moves to his knees, moving his hand from my hip to my back and helps me to lay back, him over top of me.
I bring my leg up to his side and his hand finds its way farther up under my dress. His other hand finds my breast, pushing my cardigan out of his way. I wiggle, trying to free myself from the offending sweater. He
