Page 11 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Silver Fox

"That I'm one lucky son of a bitch."

"I think precisely because of our age difference, you should be taking this attraction between us more seriously."

I step towards her and stand toe to toe with her. Her beautiful hair is up in a loose ponytail, and she's not wearing any makeup. She never does. It enhances her beauty in ways I can't describe.

"Do you want me to kiss you again, Sarah? Even though it's forbidden?"

"Who says it's forbidden?"

I step back, not knowing how to stand still this close to her.

"I don't know. Life, society. What would your grandmother think?"

"That I'm lucky because you're a good man that works with his hands and is helping her granddaughter."

I move back to where she is standing, needing to feel closer to her.

"I'm serious. You didn't have to help me with any of this. Yet you're here helping me reconstruct this house that means so much to me."

I place my hand on her face and caress her cheek. She leans her face against my hand and closes her eyes, like a kitten that's being stroked by someone who cares for her. And, God, do I care for this woman.

"I would do anything for you, Sarah."

"I believe you. That's why I think we shouldn't fight this any longer."

She looks up at me and her eyes are dark with desire. This beautiful angel is hungry for me, maybe even as hungry as I am for her. A part of me is still fighting it, though. What if I hurt her? What if it all goes wrong? So I remove my hand from her face and take a deep breath.

"There are so many things I want to do to you, little one."

"Then come here and show me. I'm all yours if you'll have me, Mitchell."

I can't believe she's saying those words. It's like an open door for me to ravish her and make her mine. Does she truly know what she's saying? I'm not so sure, but I'm afraid to ask her and break this magic moment between us. I stay very still, looking into her face, trying to figure out this amazing woman in front of me.

What I do is grab her in a fireman's hold and carry her to the living room. There I position her on the arm of the couch so her ass is beautifully displayed for me.

"Mitchell, what are you doing?"

"What I should have done from the first moment I saw you, little one."

"You are crazy, do you know that?"

"Are you going to deny me a piece of this delicious ass?"

I don't worry about her answer as she's giggling like a schoolgirl. I pull gently at her ponytail and run my hand down her back to her ass. There, I grab the elastic of her leggings and pull down, taking her panties along. Now I start salivating for the feast that is in front of me.

I caress her beautiful, round cheeks and revel in their beauty. I kiss one glorious cheek, then the other. She shivers under me, enjoying what I'm doing to her. I kneel behind her and open her up to me. She's pink and wet and ready for me to taste her.

"I'm dying to taste you, little one."

"Oh, God. Do it, Mitchell. Don't tease me so."

This, right now is a turning point in my life. Because I'm certain that once I taste her, there's no going back for me. I'll fall completely for this young girl who is stealing my heart slowly but surely.

Chapter 7

Sarah

All of a sudden, Mitchell has gone caveman, and I'm loving every minute of it. He's tossed me down over the couch's arm and bared me to him as if I'm a coveted prize. I have to admit I like feeling this way. Wanted, needed, and cared for.