He took me by storm. From the moment I saw him, I knew he was the one to show
me a world I'd never experienced. I didn't care that he was my father's age;
maturity looked good on this man. And I couldn't shake the feeling that he
was as attracted to me as I was to him. He had an ex-wife who didn't want to
let him go and a couple of daughters older than me that followed right along
in their mother's footsteps and my father was in my way.
With so much between us, would I ever get to feel him touch me in a
way I'd never been touched in my twenty years?
Would his mouth ever take mine in a savage kiss?
Would my hips ever grind against his? Would he be willing to fight with me for our love?