Tears sprung to her eyes. “People don’t think like that anymore,” she told him. She didn’t know why she was crying and Dean held her as the tears burst.
“I’m not most people. I think it’s a real gift you’ve given me and I intend to treasure it, always,” he said.
Later, he took her to wash up. She winced as the water touched her. Dean cared for her in the proper way she’d read about in some old historical romance books. The men who’d taken a woman’s virginity—their way of thanking them had been to care for them.
After they’d washed up, Dean cooked a little supper and Laura phoned her parents to assure them she was fine and would be staying at Dean’s. They didn’t question her further.
“Are they happy you’re staying here?” he asked when he brought over a plate of soup.
“Yes.”
“If not, I can drop you home,” he offered.
“You’ve had your wicked way and now you want to get rid of me?” she teased.
“Don’t even start that.” He cupped the back of her head and took her lips, showing her what he wanted. His lips were firm but demanding.
She gasped out in excitement as her body responded to his touch.
“I’ve got to stop, otherwise I’ll have you o
n the table,” he told her.
“I don’t mind,” she replied.
Dean chuckled and laid a kiss on her lips. “You’re going to be sore. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Laura ate her soup as he took the seat opposite her.
“I don’t want to go home. Not after what we just did.”
He stopped and reached over the table to grab her hand. “I shouldn’t have done that,” he said.
“I wanted you to,” she assured him.
“But I’m older,” he said.
“I don’t care. Dean, I love you and want you. What just happened was the most amazing thing in my life. Don’t treat it badly. I couldn’t live with that and I don’t want to stop.”
Dean cupped her face and kissed the top of her head. “Don’t worry. I care about you, Laura. I don’t want to feel this way, but I want you too. Being with you, being in your company, has made me feel alive. In the last two years since they died I’ve not felt anything,” he told her.
“So, you don’t have any regret?” she asked pulling out of his hands and picking up the spoon.
“I should regret it. I’m older than you...”
“You keep saying that and I don’t want to hear it. There are girls out there I went to school with who are married with a kid. I didn’t want that.”
Dean nodded and they ate in silence. They washed the dished together and when they were done he took her hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom.
“I want to hold you,” he said.
Laura removed the dressing gown he’d given her and climbed onto bed. Dean turned out the lights and joined her, his arms wrapping around her. In seconds her ass was cushioned in his lap. The hard evidence of his arousal lay across her ass.
“Dean, you’re hard,” she told him.
“I know. Don’t worry about it.”
She turned to see him. “I don’t want you to suffer. Is their anything I can do? I’ve read in books about women giving a guy a blow-job and that helped.”