and was working hard to bring her dreams into reality. Dean himself was very goal-oriented and loved a woman who knew what she wanted.
They told each other about their hopes and dreams for the future, a topic where Melissa was much more comfortable and didn’t evade his questions. She must have had a really rough childhood. I wonder in what kind of family she was brought up.
Dean drove her home after dinner, sad, that this wonderful evening was about to end. They didn’t talk in the car, but instead each one was immersed into their own thoughts. And Dean knew exactly what his thoughts were. He wanted this woman. Forever. And her daughter. He wanted them to be his family.
When they arrived at Grandma Annie’s farmhouse, he rounded the car to open the door for her and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to take her into his arms for the short walk to the house. She smelled heavenly, her scent of roses tingled in his nose. Roses. Melissa was a rose. Beautiful, strong, but with thorns to defend her heart.
He kissed her passionately, his early misgivings about their age difference having disappeared. He pulled her into his arms, plastering his lips against her own, and holding the sides of her head as he learned her taste. I want her, and if the sounds she’s making are any indication, she wants me right back!
Dean was caught up in the kiss, exploring her soft and lush lips. Melissa eagerly opened her mouth for him to slide his tongue inside. She felt terrific. Soft. Warm. Excited. This woman is driving me crazy! His hands slipped down her back and under the bottom edge of her shirt. Her skin was so soft. It was a pure joy to touch her. He felt goose bumps appear on her skin and softened his touch even more to a mere breeze. She does like me!
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Melissa closed her eyes for a moment, to inhale his manly scent, something woodsy with a hint of musk. His caresses were stirring her hormones into a frenzy of need and the butterflies in her stomach were in full flight.
When she opened her eyes again, she stared into his blue eyes – blue like the lake he loved so much. His pupils were dark with desire, reminding of how the lake changed color as the depth increased. Just like Dean’s personality and character. It was deep and complex. Unlike those immature, superficial boys her age!
What are you doing? You don’t do “boyfriends.” Remember? Melissa turned her inner voice off and let herself sink into his arms. She continued to stare into his eyes and felt like she was looking into her own soul. Somewhere deep down there was the truth. Would she like it once found?
Deep thoughts like that were fleeting as the kiss changed once again, becoming more intense and requiring all of her attention. Wow! I didn’t know a kiss could be like this. Now I understand what the term mind-blowing means! The importance of that thought caused her to pull back. After several attempts, Dean finally released her and she stepped away from him, putting a little free space between their bodies.
His eyes showed worry. Love and worry. “Are you ok? I’m sorry if…”
“Dean, there’s no reason to be sorry.”
He frowned, and she quickly continued “I feel so good when I’m with you, but I’m not sure if I can trust you. I won’t let myself get hurt again, and I have to think about Happy as well.”
“Melissa, I want to get to know more about you. And your daughter. I’m not in a hurry. If you need more time, I completely understand.”
Melissa was so relieved, “Thank you. Thank you for dinner and the conversation.”
“Back to you, gorgeous. Can I call you?”
“I count on it.”
Dean smiled his breathtaking smile, “You can count on it. Have a good night.”
He climbed back into his vehicle and drove away into the night. As Melissa entered the house, she mentally patted herself on the back. You did good, Mellie girl! Way to take a step back and think about the consequences before diving headlong into a