Page 15 of 4th of July With Dad's Best Friend

He thinks I’m here because I’m freaked out about the boat accident. I shake my head.

“That’s not why I’m here, Alex.”

“No?”

“No. I want to …talk about our kiss yesterday.”

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead and his expression is guarded but I’m getting used to his ways now and I see the quick flash of desire in his eyes. He might not like how he feels, but I’m certain that he wants me. The way he held me in the water today, and the comment he made about my body that he then looked mortified about, he wants me and he’s fighting it. I like that he has morals, it makes him even sexier, but I like it even more that he lusts after me the way I do after him.

“What about it? I’ve said I’m sorry, and-”

“I don’t want you to be sorry,” I cut in, interrupting him before he can tell me again just what a bad idea this whole thing is, “because I’m not sorry at all.”

Alex takes a deep breath, but nods at me.

“Go on.”

“The thing is,” I say, and I can feel my pulse working in my throat now as I’m about to reveal all to him. “I have wanted you to do that for years. I had a mega crush on you as a kid, any time you were round I used to hang around Dad to get a glimpse of you. That was just kid’s stuff, but the last time I saw you, when I was sixteen? That was the first time I knew what it felt like to desire a man…and I’ve wanted you ever since.”

Alex’s mouth has falls open and he looks shocked. I wonder if this will just put him off, after all it must be a pretty weird thing to hear, but I plough on regardless.

“So, the reason I didn’t tell you who I was straight away yesterday was because…when you came over to rescue me from that idiot Brad, I saw the way you looked at me. Not as some kid. Not as your friend’s daughter. As a woman. A woman that you wanted. I knew that if I told you, then you would stop looking at me like that, and it was everything I ever wanted.”

Alex shakes his head in amazement.

“Jenny,” he says softly, “I don’t know what to say. I had no idea…”

“Why would you? And I never meant for us to kiss, it wasn’t planned, I just got swept up in the moment. And I understand you think nothing can happen between us because of the age gap and my Dad and that’s fine, but I wanted you to know the truth. That yesterday wasn’t some silly prank. And I wanted to know…” I pause, wondering if I dare ask, even though deep down I know what the answer will be.

“What?” he asks. I look him square in the eyes.

“If I wasn’t his daughter, would you have pushed me away? I know I’m young, but I’m not a child, not any more. I’m a woman, and I know exactly what I want. And I think that you do, too.”

“Yes, I do,” he says and his voice sounds thick in his throat. “Do you even need to ask? I have never wanted a woman so much, the minute I set eyes on you at the beach yesterday, I was blown away.”

His words are everything that I want to hear. I move towards him and he makes no attempt to move away when I put my arms around his neck and lean forward, gently brushing my lips against his. He kisses me, an arm going around my waist to pull me into him, and my head spins with euphoria.

Then Alex pulls away and for an agonizing second, I think he is going to reject me again, but instead he gently takes the hem of my t-shirt and starts to lift it up over my thighs, a question in his eyes. I answer him by lifting my arms so that he can slide it up over my waist, then my breasts, and over my head before he flings it into the corner of the room. I kneel in front of him in nothing but a pair of cotton panties. I feel so exposed, yet it turns me on watching his eyes travel hungrily over my body and linger on my breasts.

“You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen,” he says and I can’t help smiling, flattered although not quite believing him.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I say playfully and he shakes his head.

“Not at all,” he says looking completely serious. He slides a hand slowly up the curve of my waist. “Look at you, you’re all woman,” he whispers and I squirm under his touch, feeling the lust gathering between my thighs. “Curvy hips,” he continues, “that tiny waist, and the most perfect pair of tits that I have ever seen.”

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