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sighed.
He pulled away and stared down at her lips.
“Open for me,” he growled.
Laura didn’t speak and opened her lips slightly. He ran a thumb over her bottom lip and then bent down to kiss her again. Dean tilted her head back further and plunged in, his tongue invading her mouth and meeting her own. She moaned as he continued kissing her, their lips taking what they wanted from each other. Laura wrapped her hands around his neck. She didn’t have a clue what she was doing, but the passion was driving her forward and just as suddenly as it began, the passion ended when Dean pulled away.
“You’re too young for me,” he told her and reaching round her body, he opened the door.
Laura was more than thankful to get away. Her first kiss and his only comment had been about her age.
* * * *
Dean watched her go. His lips tingled from the touch of her lips. He licked them and was sure he could taste her on his lips, subtle, yet reassuring to him. The kiss hadn’t been something made up in his mind. Shaking his head, he closed the door and went back to his study. His work-in-progress was still in the works.
After reading through the manuscript in bed, he’d seen it needed a lot of work. There were still some holes in the story that needed to be worked out. His editor had been on the phone earlier and told him he had until the end of the month to finish or his other books were going to be pulled. The publishing house had had enough and with the market being the way it was, someone else could easily fill his shoes. Gone were the days of writing at your own pace.
The kiss had been stupid and he should have stopped himself, but he couldn’t. Once he’d started touching and tasting her, she’d become impossible to ignore.
Dean felt like a bastard. He usually drove her home and he’d left her to walk. Fuck . He grabbed his coat and went to his car. He started the machine and drove along the paths to find her.
She’d been innocently dancing and he’d been the one to turn it to something more. He was twenty years older and he had to constantly repeat the age gap to himself whenever he was in her company. Being around her and talking with her made him forget how young she actually was. Even though she responded to his touch, he shouldn’t be feeling anything other than a bastard.
He found her walking along the country lane, her head bent and arms folded. Dean pulled up beside her and pressed the button to wind his window down.
“Get in the car, Laura,” he ordered. No matter what she said, he intended to be the gentleman and take her home.
“I’m happy walking.”
Shit, was she sobbing?
“I’m telling you to get in the car,” he shouted.
Laura turned toward him and he saw the evidence of her heartache. Her eyes were bloodshot and tears ran down her face.
“Stop ordering me around. You’re not my father and no way in hell am I a child to be told what to do,” she shouted back and stomped her foot.
Dean threw the car to a stop and got out. Laura sobbing her heart out was making him ache. He grabbed her and held her against his body.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. Her body shook with her tears.
“Why?” she asked.
“I shouldn’t have shouted at you or sent you out alone or kissed you.”
“Only two of those do I agree with,” she said.
“The kiss and the shouting?” he asked.
“No. The shouting and being sent out alone. I liked the kiss,” she said.
Dean froze. The summer season meant she only wore minimal clothing. Usually baggy shirts and shorts, but with her working at the library she wore the close-fitting clothes.
With her held against his body, the swell of her breasts pressed against his chest and he couldn’t deny the wonderful feeling of her figure snug within his arms.
“Don’t say stuff like that, Laura,” he warned.
“Why not? I can’t keep hiding from it and I won’t lie. I enjoyed you kissing me.”
He closed his eyes and looked away from her.
He pulled away and stared down at her lips.
“Open for me,” he growled.
Laura didn’t speak and opened her lips slightly. He ran a thumb over her bottom lip and then bent down to kiss her again. Dean tilted her head back further and plunged in, his tongue invading her mouth and meeting her own. She moaned as he continued kissing her, their lips taking what they wanted from each other. Laura wrapped her hands around his neck. She didn’t have a clue what she was doing, but the passion was driving her forward and just as suddenly as it began, the passion ended when Dean pulled away.
“You’re too young for me,” he told her and reaching round her body, he opened the door.
Laura was more than thankful to get away. Her first kiss and his only comment had been about her age.
* * * *
Dean watched her go. His lips tingled from the touch of her lips. He licked them and was sure he could taste her on his lips, subtle, yet reassuring to him. The kiss hadn’t been something made up in his mind. Shaking his head, he closed the door and went back to his study. His work-in-progress was still in the works.
After reading through the manuscript in bed, he’d seen it needed a lot of work. There were still some holes in the story that needed to be worked out. His editor had been on the phone earlier and told him he had until the end of the month to finish or his other books were going to be pulled. The publishing house had had enough and with the market being the way it was, someone else could easily fill his shoes. Gone were the days of writing at your own pace.
The kiss had been stupid and he should have stopped himself, but he couldn’t. Once he’d started touching and tasting her, she’d become impossible to ignore.
Dean felt like a bastard. He usually drove her home and he’d left her to walk. Fuck . He grabbed his coat and went to his car. He started the machine and drove along the paths to find her.
She’d been innocently dancing and he’d been the one to turn it to something more. He was twenty years older and he had to constantly repeat the age gap to himself whenever he was in her company. Being around her and talking with her made him forget how young she actually was. Even though she responded to his touch, he shouldn’t be feeling anything other than a bastard.
He found her walking along the country lane, her head bent and arms folded. Dean pulled up beside her and pressed the button to wind his window down.
“Get in the car, Laura,” he ordered. No matter what she said, he intended to be the gentleman and take her home.
“I’m happy walking.”
Shit, was she sobbing?
“I’m telling you to get in the car,” he shouted.
Laura turned toward him and he saw the evidence of her heartache. Her eyes were bloodshot and tears ran down her face.
“Stop ordering me around. You’re not my father and no way in hell am I a child to be told what to do,” she shouted back and stomped her foot.
Dean threw the car to a stop and got out. Laura sobbing her heart out was making him ache. He grabbed her and held her against his body.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. Her body shook with her tears.
“Why?” she asked.
“I shouldn’t have shouted at you or sent you out alone or kissed you.”
“Only two of those do I agree with,” she said.
“The kiss and the shouting?” he asked.
“No. The shouting and being sent out alone. I liked the kiss,” she said.
Dean froze. The summer season meant she only wore minimal clothing. Usually baggy shirts and shorts, but with her working at the library she wore the close-fitting clothes.
With her held against his body, the swell of her breasts pressed against his chest and he couldn’t deny the wonderful feeling of her figure snug within his arms.
“Don’t say stuff like that, Laura,” he warned.
“Why not? I can’t keep hiding from it and I won’t lie. I enjoyed you kissing me.”
He closed his eyes and looked away from her.
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