“I don’t care about the age difference,” she said.
Her full, bottom lip looked so tempting. Without thinking, he ran his thumb over that tempting morsel. Every warning was going off in his head.
“I don’t think you’re fat,” he growled seconds before he gave into temptation and his lips slammed down on hers. She tasted so sweet. Her mouth opened and he took full advantage, sliding in deep and tasting her on his lips.
He walked her backwards until the wall stopped their progress. Their heavy breathes echoed off the walls. Dean took her hands and placed them by her head. No other touching than with just their lips.
He felt her fighting against his hold. “Stop moving,” he ordered.
Laura stopped, her breath coming out in pants.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said. He pulled away and stared into her eyes. Her face was flushed and her lips already swollen from his kisses.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Her hand went to her lips.
He knew he was going straight to hell. His dick was so hard and he wanted to be inside her body. When had their friendship turned to the lust he was feeling now? He knew he cared about her, but when had she moved into lover territory?
He reached out and took hold of the belt on the robe concealing her naked body. Her chest rose and fell with each of her breaths. The gown opened up and his cock pulsed to an aching in the tight confines of his trousers. Her body was that of a woman with full, large tits, a small waist and large handfuls of hip. She had a small rounded tummy and he loved it. He loved her full body and he hated himself for giving in.
“Why do you want this?” he demanded to know.
He watched her blush and he could see it wasn’t because she stood naked in front of him. Her eyes glanced everywhere but at him. Dean grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.
“If you can proposition me in the way you just did, you can tell me why you want me,” he said.
He wouldn’t let her hide behind her embarrassment. From here on out she would be one hundred percent woman and he wouldn’t accept any other form from her. He didn’t want a schoolgirl. He wanted the woman he knew she was.
“I love you,” she said so quietly he barely caught it.
Dean froze, shocked by her admission. He didn’t laugh at her, as he hated it when he was younger and adults didn’t take his emotions seriously.
“Laura,” he said.
“Don’t do it," she begged. "Don’t be like them where you tell me I don’t know what I feel. I know what I feel and I love you.” He stopped her talking by taking off his shirt.
“I didn’t say anything,” he said, then took her hand and led her into the living room. The fire was crackling and he pulled her in front of him. Her dressing gown was still open and he pulled the rest off her shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
“Don’t be sorry. We can’t control whom we fall in love with,” he told her. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down until he’s stood in front of her fully naked. He watched as she gazed down at his cock. He knew he was large, but surely she’d seen something like this before.
“I’ve never been with anyone,” she said as she gazed at him with tears in her eyes. “I want you. I can’t stop thinking about you and it hurts here.” One of her hands pressed against her stomach.
Dean paused and growled out a curse. He saw her flinch when he reached out to her. “Don’t be afraid,” he said and held her close. His eyes closed when her pointed nipples pressed against his chest. Her small hands wrapped around him, her scent invading his nostrils. She smelled of warm vanilla and strawberries. He guessed she used vanilla lotion and strawberry shampoo. Her gorgeous brown hair was silky to the touch.
Since the death of his first wife he’d never thought he’d be able to feel anything for another woman. Laura was different. They’d become close friends, but he didn’t love her. At least he didn’t think he did, but he wanted her and cared about her. The ache in his groin confirmed his suspicion. He should be tied up and horsewhipped for his feelings. The only consolation he felt was the fact he didn’t want to hurt her.
“I’m sorry,” she said again and he cut her off. He didn’t want to hear her apologies. His lips took hers and he kissed the apology away. She moaned and he felt her hands run up and down his back.
He took her hand and helped her down to the floor. She was shaking and he lay back watching the firelight dance and glow across her skin.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“I want to be with you in every way.”
He closed his eyes.
“I know that this is a risk, but I won’t tell anyone. I’m twenty years old. I’m not underage and I know what I want.”