pants and watched him close his eyes and
let out a deep breath. She reluctantly withdrew her hand. “Soon,
Dan. Soon you'll be a single man and hopefully by then I'll have the
strength to misbehave with you.”
His eyes flew open. “I am a single man! I
called Olivia while you were sleeping. She was giving me all kinds of
grief, Miss. I told her. We're done.”
“Oh.” Missy was filled with a rush of
emotions. He was single? Then they could? She struggled to free her
arms from the covers and wrapped them around his neck. “Then
what are we waiting for?”
He pulled back. “We're waiting for you to be
well.” She pressed herself against him through the covers, but
he shook his head. “You're not going to seduce me now. It
wouldn't be right. We can wait ’til you're feeling up to it.
She wrinkled her nose at him. “More excuses?
I'm starting to think you don't want me.” He caught her hand
and brought it back down to the front of his pants.
“There's your proof that that's not true.”
He gave her a mischievous grin. “It's just that you'll need all
your strength. You will be worn out by the time I'm done with
you.” She caught her breath as he ran his fingertips down her
bare arm. There was nothing shy or sweet about the way he was looking
at her now. Her insides melted. “Please go to sleep before I
have to show you what I'm talking about?”
She nodded. “Kiss goodnight?” She
asked hopefully. She'd been longing to kiss him, to feel his lips on
hers.
He shook his head sadly. “We both know it
wouldn't end with a kiss. Go to sleep, Miss, please? You need the
rest.”
“Okay then.”
She turned over and pressed her back against him.
He put an arm around her and pulled her closer. How was she supposed
to go to sleep when she could feel his hard-on pushing at her through
the covers? When she could feel his warm breath on her neck?
Impossible as it seemed, she could feel her eyelids starting to
droop.
***
Dan sat in the kitchen, nursing his second cup of
coffee. Missy had still been asleep when he came downstairs. He'd
hardly slept, just lain there holding her close all night, fighting
the urge to get out of his clothes and under the covers with her.
He'd known that if he did, there would only be one outcome. He wanted
so badly to make love to her. Had wanted her for months. At first
he'd thought it was just a fantasy, a physical attraction, albeit
stronger than any he'd known before. But as he'd gotten to know her,
spent more time with her whenever he came to see Scot, his feelings
had grown stronger, and deeper. He knew now he wanted to make love
with the woman, not just have sex with her body. He'd waited this
long. He knew now that it would happen, and sooner rather than later.
The obstacles to their being together were being dismantled one by
one. Olivia was out of the picture. Scot knew the score and was happy
about it. They'd both vowed to not let it affect him. Now, if she
could get this anemia addressed, get herself back to full strength,
there'd be nothing to stop them. He shook his head at the
ever-present pressure in his pants. That part of him didn't
understand the logic or the reason in waiting. It had one desire, and
in the early morning hours, it had almost convinced him that he
really shouldn't wait any longer. That was when he'd had to get up
and come downstairs.
He'd worked on his laptop for a while. Now he was
a little concerned about what time Scot would need to be up, and if
he should wake him—or Missy. He fixed himself a fresh coffee
and sipped it, trying to decide what to do. The decision was made for
him when he heard what could only be Scot coming down the stairs. The
kitchen door flew open.
“Mom, Mom, I....” Scot froze when he
saw it was Dan and not his mom sitting there. He hung his head.
“Morning,” he mumbled.
Dan was a little surprised by the sudden change in
him. Then he noticed the front of Scot's pajamas appeared to be
soaked. Ah! How to handle this
let out a deep breath. She reluctantly withdrew her hand. “Soon,
Dan. Soon you'll be a single man and hopefully by then I'll have the
strength to misbehave with you.”
His eyes flew open. “I am a single man! I
called Olivia while you were sleeping. She was giving me all kinds of
grief, Miss. I told her. We're done.”
“Oh.” Missy was filled with a rush of
emotions. He was single? Then they could? She struggled to free her
arms from the covers and wrapped them around his neck. “Then
what are we waiting for?”
He pulled back. “We're waiting for you to be
well.” She pressed herself against him through the covers, but
he shook his head. “You're not going to seduce me now. It
wouldn't be right. We can wait ’til you're feeling up to it.
She wrinkled her nose at him. “More excuses?
I'm starting to think you don't want me.” He caught her hand
and brought it back down to the front of his pants.
“There's your proof that that's not true.”
He gave her a mischievous grin. “It's just that you'll need all
your strength. You will be worn out by the time I'm done with
you.” She caught her breath as he ran his fingertips down her
bare arm. There was nothing shy or sweet about the way he was looking
at her now. Her insides melted. “Please go to sleep before I
have to show you what I'm talking about?”
She nodded. “Kiss goodnight?” She
asked hopefully. She'd been longing to kiss him, to feel his lips on
hers.
He shook his head sadly. “We both know it
wouldn't end with a kiss. Go to sleep, Miss, please? You need the
rest.”
“Okay then.”
She turned over and pressed her back against him.
He put an arm around her and pulled her closer. How was she supposed
to go to sleep when she could feel his hard-on pushing at her through
the covers? When she could feel his warm breath on her neck?
Impossible as it seemed, she could feel her eyelids starting to
droop.
***
Dan sat in the kitchen, nursing his second cup of
coffee. Missy had still been asleep when he came downstairs. He'd
hardly slept, just lain there holding her close all night, fighting
the urge to get out of his clothes and under the covers with her.
He'd known that if he did, there would only be one outcome. He wanted
so badly to make love to her. Had wanted her for months. At first
he'd thought it was just a fantasy, a physical attraction, albeit
stronger than any he'd known before. But as he'd gotten to know her,
spent more time with her whenever he came to see Scot, his feelings
had grown stronger, and deeper. He knew now he wanted to make love
with the woman, not just have sex with her body. He'd waited this
long. He knew now that it would happen, and sooner rather than later.
The obstacles to their being together were being dismantled one by
one. Olivia was out of the picture. Scot knew the score and was happy
about it. They'd both vowed to not let it affect him. Now, if she
could get this anemia addressed, get herself back to full strength,
there'd be nothing to stop them. He shook his head at the
ever-present pressure in his pants. That part of him didn't
understand the logic or the reason in waiting. It had one desire, and
in the early morning hours, it had almost convinced him that he
really shouldn't wait any longer. That was when he'd had to get up
and come downstairs.
He'd worked on his laptop for a while. Now he was
a little concerned about what time Scot would need to be up, and if
he should wake him—or Missy. He fixed himself a fresh coffee
and sipped it, trying to decide what to do. The decision was made for
him when he heard what could only be Scot coming down the stairs. The
kitchen door flew open.
“Mom, Mom, I....” Scot froze when he
saw it was Dan and not his mom sitting there. He hung his head.
“Morning,” he mumbled.
Dan was a little surprised by the sudden change in
him. Then he noticed the front of Scot's pajamas appeared to be
soaked. Ah! How to handle this
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