How it felt like that dark thing inside of me wanted to claw out and finally touch her.
“Why were you…” She let the unfinished question hang between us, and I exhaled sharply.
“I couldn’t get myself to go in.”
“Why?” I could almost see her thinking a million miles an hour. I opened and shut my mouth, unsure of how to answer her. I swallowed hard and felt her gaze as it dipped to my neck, and when our eyes met once again, hers were slightly hooded.
Kiss her,that thing inside me growled.Claim her.My lips tingled to do just that. To find out if her lips were as soft and smooth as I’d imagined.Take her.I was walking on a narrow tightrope. Each second that ticked by threatened to shatter my resolve and take more than I should. She was an innocent sweet angel. Way too young and pure for a man my age who could only think about a million and one ways to sully her up.
“You know why.” There was no denying the meaning in my words, not with how scratchy my voice sounded. And she fucking melted into me. Giving me more of her weight and pressing her chest closer against mine. I swore I could make out her nipples even through the heavy denim of the front of her coveralls.
“Dash,” she whispered, and my eyes shut closed. My mouth was bone dry, but when I breathed in the scent of her body and breath, it fucking watered.
“You should get going.” The words tasted bitter on my tongue.
“Dasher—"
“You need to go,” I repeated as the monster inside of me protested. It howled and snarled, begging me to take back the words.
“Why?” A noise vibrated through my chest that sounded a lot like a growl.
“Juniper, baby.” I wasn’t capable of hiding the plea in my voice.
“Why?” she pressed. My angel had a stubborn side, and just like that, I fell in love even deeper. I had a feeling I’d love everything about the woman in front of me. Her strength and faults.Our angel doesn’t have any, the thing in my grunted.
“Dasher, please look at me,” she begged softly, and my body went completely still. Her hands touched my chest and slowly proceeded upwards. She didn’t stop until they cupped my face. The silky-smooth feel of her skin against mine with her warm touch caused me to lean into her. “Please look at me.”
“Juniper.” Her name sounded like a prayer. “I’m too old for…”
“For what?” She wasn’t going to let that hang between us. No, my girl was on a mission. I tore my eyes open and locked my gaze with hers.
“I’m too old for you,” I gritted through my teeth. My body vibrated with need and soul-crushing control that was quickly tumbling at my feet. “I’m old enough to be your dad.”
“I’m an adult.”
“You’re twenty-one years younger than me.”
“I don’t care,” she blurted, but she didn’t seem to care or notice the gift she had just handed me. “You’re older. Who cares? All that matters is that we’re interested in each other. Age is only a number, Dasher.”
“It’s not that easy.” My hands left her hips and fisted at my sides. “You’re my son’s ex-girlfriend.”
“I know you’re Randy’s dad, but—"
“Fuck,” I cursed. The whole thing was fucked up. I’d been coveting the angel in front of me for almost three years. Obsessed with everything about her and how to make her happy. I never, not once, looked at another woman since that night my son had broken shit off with her.
Any and every time I jerked off, it was to thoughts of Juniper and only her.
It was wrong.
She deserved better than some dirty old man who wanted to teach her everything he could behind closed doors and spoil the hell out of her in front of them. I tried to dip my head, but she didn’t let me.
“You’re Randy’s dad, but you have to know I never even kissed him.”
“You can’t tell me that shit,” I groaned. Any and all control started to slip.
“Why?”
“Why?” I snapped. My hands rose. One held the bottom of her chin while the other went into the back of her blonde hair that was up in a ponytail. She gasped. Her lips parted into the perfect O. The image of her taking my dick popped into my head, and I knew she felt how hard she made me when her eyes widened and then glazed over with lust.