Page 13 of Single Dad's Christmas Gift
“Is that how you really feel?”
She blinks at me, a frown marring the warm caramel of her skin.
“You said you’re mine. Did you do that because I forced you? Or was it the heat of the moment?” I didn’t know how I could be this possessive. All the sophistication I accumulated with my twenty-plus years of experience with women has vanished in an instant. I want to make her come over and over and shower her with affection until she feels there’s no one who can make her as happy as I can.
Instead, I force myself to relax. She has every right to be confused. I hid my attraction to her. I’m older than her and already have a daughter. Just because she finds me attractive doesn’t mean she’ll want to settle with me. She may prefer someone younger, her own age.
“Isn’t this casual sex for you?”
I sigh.
I’ll have to be honest and take my chances with Layla.
“I meant every word I said. I don’t lie, not even in the heat of the moment.”
She seats up, wraps one blanket around her.
I do the same and face her.
“Does that mean you want to do this again?”
“No!”
She winces.
I rub the back of my neck.
“Layla, I fell in lust with you the day we first met.”
Her eyes widen.
“Evie and I were at the back of the playground. There were so many people around you, all I could see was your face. You were smiling at the kids and parents. I could tell you weren’t faking it; you truly wanted to teach those kids.”
That memory still makes me feel good.
“Then a parent moved, and I saw your delicious curves wonderfully displayed in that red wraparound dress of yours. I was glad I was wearing a long shirt and there were so many other parents to greet you. By the time it was my turn to talk to you, I had my body under control.”
“I did not know.”
“Some days, after seeing you, I’d shut myself in my room and jerk off thinking of you.”
“Me too.”
“What?” Did I understand correctly?
“Not after seeing you. I was usually at school then. When I went home, in the shower or in bed, I’d think of you when I touched myself.”
She stares at me, a red tint on her cheeks.
The knot of anxiety in my gut eases.
“What else did you do while you thought of me?”
“Sometimes I used BOB.”
“Bob?” The shot of jealousy I feel is so strong, I can’t help the growl in my voice.
She glances at the window.
