Page 4 of Thanksgiving With Dad's Best Friend

Or do something about them.

Flynn takes a step toward me and my heart seizes. The closer he gets to me, the more I feel like I’m just waiting for him to sweep me up and take me. Does he realize that I’d let him? That I want this more than anything in my life? I hold my breath as his hand touches my shoulder, and my body feels relief as his skin connects with mine once again. I missed his touch in the few moments it wasn’t present.

“Well…I know we don’t know each other well yet, but I’m always here if you feel the need to talk about that…or anything else,” he says. His voice is gruff and low. It’s incredibly sexy. I take a shaky breath. He’s put some kind of spell on me, and I’m struggling to break free. Maybe I just don’t want to enough.

“Thank you…it’s nice to have someone think about me in this situation…I mean, mostly, it’s been me holding my Dad together.”

His sighs in sympathy and his thumb brushes my collarbone. I gasp. I had never imagined such a simple action to feel so good.

“That’s rough. But I’m here now. I can help you.”

My heart is racing. I feel high on his presence and his masculine smell. Right here, right now, while it’s just the two of us, I feel more alive than I ever have. I wish I had the confidence to close the gap between us. I wish I could just take his gorgeous face in my hands and kiss him hard. I wish I could feel his manly presence pressing against me. Even now, as we’re talking about something serious, my eyes are drawn to his crotch. I want to know what’s beneath his clothes. I want to explore a man for the first time in my life…and it has to be him.

Instead, I force my eyes to return to his face and I smile at him. “Thanks…it’s nice to have you on my side.”

He smiles back and removes his hand once again, leaving me feeling emptier than before. “It’s no problem. Now…tell me a little about you. Your father told me that you’re studying at the minute?”

I nod with a shy smile, feeling odd while I’m at the center of his attention. “Yeah, I’m in the final year of my business studies degree. But…I’m not sure how much I’ll use it.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

I study his face. He looks genuinely interested, but it’s hard to tell. I don’t know him well enough to be able to distinguish between insincerity and otherwise. Plus, my father has told me he’s an actor, so I guess he could be faking. But I want to open myself up to him so I shrug with a smile.

“I guess I chose it as a major because it opens up my career prospects…but I’ve always been much more passionate about other aspects of my life.”

Flynn sits down on the edge of the bed and pats the space beside him for me. “Like what?”

My heart flounders. I’m so nervous about sitting close to him that I almost refuse. But as I move to sit beside him, I’m daring myself to sit as close to him as possible. I want to feel his heat close to me. I want to know whether he’ll move away or stay close. So as I sink down beside him, and I turn my body toward him and cross my legs like a child. Our legs nudge and I feel something spark up inside me. I’m shocked to discover that I’m wet again between my legs, driven by my own desire. But I’m not going to stop now. I lean in close as I talk, unsure how long I can last with my heart beating this fervently.

“Well…I’ve always loved to sing. I do open mics sometimes when I’ve got the courage…and like I said before, cooking is my passion. Those things make me so much happier than anything else I do. I guess it makes me feel like they’re more worth pursuing if they’re going to bring me joy…there’s no point in living a miserable life, but rich.”

“You’re damn right,” Flynn murmurs. He seems happy that we’re sat so close, or at least not repulsed. In fact, it might just be my imagination, but I swear he’s moving in closer still. “Life is far too short not to go after what you want.”

I swallow nervously. Is he hinting that I should follow my heart right now? Because if I did that, I’d have his hands on my body within seconds, and his lips crashing against mine. I’d have his hard cock grinding against me as we fooled around on the bed. That’s what my heart wants more desperately than anything else right now. His eyes meet mine.

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