about to ask. She wants to cross another line. She wants to go further than fucking with our clothes on. I want to tell her no. Tell her that we can’t go further than we are right now. That even this is too far.
Instead, I probe her to ask her question.
“Do I want what? Tell me, baby.”
“Do you want to see…more of me?” She nibbles on her bottom lip. My cock jolts in response and she must feel it because she gasps and smiles devilishly. “You do, don’t you?”
No. Tell her no, you sick fuck. This is Angela’s daughter. My subconscious is screaming at me and yet I can’t bring myself to tell her no. Another part is screaming even louder and I can’t ignore the pain not only in my cock but in my heart over telling her no.
As much as I want to continue this argument with myself, I know I need to answer Stassi and I know what she wants to hear; more importantly what I want to say.
“Yes,” I tell her honestly. “But…not here. Not yet.”
“Where and…when?” She lifts an eyebrow at me as if to say, now is the perfect time.
“I want to take my time, Stassi. One step at a time,” I whisper. I’m breaking about a thousand rules right now, and though parts of it feel right, I don’t want to overwhelm myself or Stassi by going too fast.
“Okay.” She lets out a breath and looks around the room. She’s still seated on top of me and I wonder if she needs a break from the dizzying intimacy we’ve been engaged in. “In case it isn’t obvious…I want more.” Her lips part and a tiny gasp escapes her lips as she rubs herself against me.
“I don’t know that it can go past this weekend; you know, that right?”
She nods but I see the sadness in her eyes over the thought. “Our secret.”
I lift her chin and cock my head slowly to the side. “You’re sure about this? The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you. But you’re eighteen and you seem to be sure about what you want. You seem to be sure about taking this step with me.”
“I want it, Dominic, please.” She begs and cuddles against me rubbing her perfectly manicured hands over my chest. “I want you so bad I can’t take it.” She frowns and rolls her eyes.
“Why?” I ask her. If we were going to take this step, I want to know why all of a sudden she sees me differently. Why I’m no longer the man that drives her insane and who she drives equally insane. She’s spent the last eight or so years arguing with me about everything and now she wants me sexually? I’m struggling to wrap my brain around it just as I’m struggling to rationalize the choices I’m making as her stepfather.
“I don’t know, Dominic.” She bites her bottom lip and hops up from my lap. She knows this is an important conversation and not one that she can have in my lap. “I know this is wrong.”
“So, fucking wrong,” I add.
“But these last few months I’ve seen how well you take care of me, how much you love me. How you’ve put your feelings aside to help me heal.”
“But that doesn’t mean…”
“No, I didn’t say it did.” She points at me and begins to pace the room slowly. “But you make me feel things I’ve never felt before.” She stops and looks at me. “Safe, protected, loved…special…sexy…” She trails off. “You make me feel like a woman.” She moves back towards me and lets one strap of her dress slide down her arm revealing her entire shoulder. “You make me feel like you want me as your woman.”
I swallow at her words, hating that they affect me so much. What is she doing to me? “I’m not asking to date or for your hand in marriage, Dominic. I’m asking for one weekend and then we go back home and pretend none of this happened.” She bites her bottom lip and lets out a deep breath. “I’m a virgin and I just…I want my first time to mean something.”
Her words knock the wind out of me. I wasn’t sure she was sexually active, but she’d always had boys sniffing around her so I just assumed that she’d lost her virginity somewhere along the way. It isn’t like we had an open dialogue. I just assumed her mother handled that. The