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Illinois.”
    “Oh, you’re a farm girl?” He chuckled.
    I shrugged. “I guess you could say that.” I went on to tell him that my father had several hundred acres of land, and I would help him every year. I told him that my mom was a waitress most of my life, but had recently decided to stay at home. My mom couldn’t stand on her feet for long periods of time like she used to. My parents had me later in their lives, and were much older.
    “Any siblings?” he inquired.
    I never knew how to answer this anymore. If I said yes, there were more questions; if I said no, I didn’t have to answer any more questions, but it made me sad. I went with the latter, and shook my head.
    “Hey, how about a dance?” he asked sweetly.
    “A dance?”
    “I know I can dance.” He stood up and held his hand out. I set my beer down and took his hand. He led me to the middle of the room. There wasn’t much space, but enough for us to sway to the music.
    I wrapped my hands around his neck and laid my head on his chest. He gently placed his hands on the small of my back. I inhaled his scent as we moved to the sound of the music. It was woodsy and rustic. It almost reminded me of being in a log cabin, with all the fresh wood around.
    I felt his strong hands rub up and down my back, and it sent a shiver through my body. I had to admit, it was nice to be in someone’s arms. I couldn’t remember the last time. My relationship with Brandon, if you call it that, was strictly sex now. I did go on a couple dates the first year of college, but I wasn’t one to simply jump into anyone’s bed, no matter how horny I was.
    I looked up at him as the next song started. His dark eyes were full of lust. I licked my lips and pursed them a little bit. I saw the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. He moved his hand from my back, and cupped my face. His thumb caressed my cheek, and my breathing sped up.
    I felt my eyes flutter as he leaned down to my lips. He brushed lightly against them at first. I opened my mouth slightly when he pushed his lips against mine. I tasted the bitterness of beer on his tongue as I opened wider for him. I ran my hands through his soft hair, messing up his faux hawk. I rested them on the back of his neck, digging my nails into his skin.
    He moaned, and I felt him guide me over to the couch. When I reached it, I lay down, pulling Wes on top of me. I spread my legs, and he cradled himself in between them. It was my turn to moan as I felt how hard he was. I let my body take over and rock against him.
    Wes moved from my swollen lips and kissed down my neck. I felt his hand come up my thigh, grasping my ass. I panted as he nipped and sucked my neck. He pushed into me harder as his hands traveled up my dress. I stopped him as he slid his index fingers inside the top of my leggings. He looked up at me in confusion.
    “For your information, we’re not having sex tonight.” I gave him a stern look. I wanted him to know that I was serious.
    “I’m not expecting that,” he said, sweetly kissing the top of my nose.
    “Just making sure.” I removed my hands from his neck and undid my belt. I smiled at him before I captured his lips again.
    His hand snaked up my sweater dress, to my lace bra. He tenderly pulled it down, and tugged at my nipple. I shot of pleasure pulsated through me. I broke out of the kiss, lifted my hips, letting Wes raise the dress up more.
    He placed my breast in his mouth, sucking my nipple in between his teeth. He removed my other breast and began to work me into a frenzy.
    “Wes,” I panted. I felt my body tighten up. Are you kidding me? Is he really driving me this crazy with only his lips on my breast? Wes rocked his hips against me, and I moaned louder. He kissed his way over to my other breast, and I panted louder with each swirl of his tongue and nip from his teeth.
    Suddenly, he stopped, and rested his forehead against mine. His breathing was labored, and his eyes were closed.
    “Wes,” I