“I can’t believe how big my room is!” Paisley said. I grinned and remembered the first time I showed her the house.
It was just pictures, but her entire face lit up so brightly that I knew I had to buy it. The house was far from a mansion, but it felt like one to us. Compared to my humble, two-bedroom house, the new one made us feel like royalty. There were four bedrooms and a library. Out back sat a pool and a huge garage that was perfect for my bike.
“I think we should turn the library into your art studio,” I said to Paisley. “We can fill all the shelves with books but keep the rest of the room empty just for you. We can put a desk or an easel. Anything you want.”
“That would be awesome!” Paisley said. “A whole room just to draw!”
She took a bite of her ice cream and grinned. I’d never seen her so happy. I felt like an amazing dad, and I wanted the feeling to last forever. I knew a fancy house wasn’t the way to her heart, but I felt accomplished and successful. I felt like the kind of father she could be proud of and that, more than anything, was all I ever wanted.
“What are you going to do with all the other rooms?” Tara asked. “Aren’t there four bedrooms?”
“Yup,” I said. “I don’t know. We’ll figure something out.”
I looked at Tara and forced myself to stay quiet before I said too much. My feelings for Tara got stronger each day. I knew exactly how I wanted to fill those bedrooms, but I wasn’t ready for Tara to know that quite yet.
We finished dinner and made our way back home. Paisley fell asleep in the car, which wasn’t a surprise. It was close to eleven o’clock by the time we pulled into the driveway, way past Paisley’s usual bedtime. I carried her easily through the front yard and into the house. After I laid her in bed and tucked her in, I hurried back to the living room where Tara was waiting for me.
As enjoyable as the night was, I was ready to be alone with Tara. Paisley was my ray of sunlight, but on nights like these, I just wanted to be with Tara. She had captivated me throughout the entire night. Every time I looked at her, I forgot how to breathe. She was beyond gorgeous, and her dress fit so perfectly.
“Hey, you,” I said as I walked into the living room.
“I can’t believe it’s your last night here,” Tara said. “I have some amazing memories in this house.”
“Me too,” I said, grinning. “What should we do to commemorate the evening?”
“I thought you had a few ideas about that,” Tara said slyly.
“I do,” I growled. I walked over to her and ran my hands up and down her sides. She felt amazing.
“Come on,” Tara said. She reached for my hand, but I stopped her.
“Tara,” I said. “I’ve never cared about anyone the way I care about you. I just need you to know that I—”
“Shh,” Tara whispered. She placed her index finger to my lips and stared into my eyes. She looked at me with so much passion and intensity that I got hard just standing there. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
We stepped inside and closed the door. My eyes were glued to her body. When she moved, the dress flowed seductively. My erection pressed against my pants.
“Come here,” I ordered.
Tara obeyed, walking toward me. I turned her around so her back was to me. I kissed the back of her neck and slowly licked my way down until I reached the zipper on her dress. I unzipped her slowly, wanting to watch as her skin was revealed. When the dress was completely unzipped, I pulled it down off her shoulder and let it fall in a heap around her feet.
She stood in front of me completely naked, and I realized she hadn’t been wearing underwear the whole night. I groaned and pulled her back against me. Her ass rubbed against my erection, and I moaned in her ear. She leaned back further, twisting her neck around so she could face me.
I held her neck gently while our lips met. We kissed slowly, letting our passion build before our tongues found each other and our breathing became ragged. I caressed her naked body, feeling every inch of her. When I reached her breasts, I cupped them tightly in my hands, and she gasped against my mouth. The sound was too much. I couldn’t take it anymore. In one motion, I spun her around to face me and threw her backward onto my bed.
She laid there, naked and beautiful. I couldn’t stop staring. Moonlight streamed through the windows, illuminating her body seductively. I let out a hungry moan and climbed on top of her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Tara
Sean looked at me with more desire than ever before. He climbed on top of me, and I could already feel myself getting wet. I had been thinking about this moment all night, just fantasizing about the things he would do to me. Now that we were finally alone, I never wanted the moment to end.
His lips found mine, and he kissed me deeply. It was a kiss full of meaning, and it made my heart ache for him. I loosened his tie and pulled it over his head, breaking away from his lips just long enough to discard it. While we kissed, I lifted my legs around him and he caressed my thighs. I shivered and searched frantically for the buttons on his shirt. I was lying beneath him, completely naked, and I wanted to feel his skin against mine.
I unbuttoned his shirt and shoved it off his shoulders. He shook it free and tossed it away. I could finally feel his bare skin, and it made me moan against his lips. We kissed faster, and I ran my fingers down his ab muscles. No matter how many times I saw him naked, no matter how many times I was lucky enough to touch him, I never got over the novelty of it. I felt like I was living inside a dream. The only thing that was real to me was Sean. Sean’s lips. Sean’s chest. Sean’s body. Sean.
I slid my hands down to his pants and quickly unbuttoned them. The zipper slid down easily and I began pushing them off his hips. Sean got the hint quickly. He jumped up and slipped them off, along with his boxers. When he climbed back on top of me, his erection pressed against my leg, and I longed to touch it. I moved my hand down, but Sean had other ideas.