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She giggles, her face turning red. “I don’t want to say.”
“Daphne,” I lower my voice, “I fucked you in public a week ago; you sucked my cock under a table; I think you can express to me what gets you off when you’re alone.”
“Well, I like to read those dirty romance novels where the guy is some rich asshole who is much older and likes to be in control sooo…”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I laugh. “You’re serious?”
She nods her head, laughing as she covers her face.
“So I’m literally your fantasy? Wait, is that why you agreed to come on the yacht, to act on this fantasy?”
“I mean, yes and no. I was very attracted to you and interested in you and after you kissed me in my apartment, I just knew I couldn’t say no.” I feel my chest tighten—is that all I am to her is a fantasy? “But,” she continues on, “like I said last week, it’s more than that. It might have started as just a physical attraction albeit born out of serious dislike for you.” She giggles again, then her expression turns serious. “But I know I’m falling… I-I haven’t had these kinds of feelings since Carson and it scares me.”
I release her wrists, dragging my hand down her body till I grip her waist, the other propped on the pillow behind her head. “Falling?” I rub small circles against her skin.
“Yes.” Her eyes search mine and I can see she’s worried she’s said too much but she can’t take it back.
“So, kissing you in your apartment that night convinced you to give in to your fantasy…” I lean forward, brushing my lips across her stomach softly. “What else can I convince you to give in to if I make love to you right now?”
“Depends,” she says in that flirty demeanor. “Since you asked me, what’s your ultimate fantasy, Mr. Vaughn? What do you think about when you get yourself off?” She drags her finger down my chest.
“I meant what I said tonight—I’m done playing nice; I’m done playing games. You might be falling, baby, but I already fell.”
“You— You’re?—”
“In love with you? Yes.” I drag my hand up her body to her face. I brush her hair away, my fingers wrapping around the back of her neck. “I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you. I felt drawn to you but I fought it. I was scared too but I can’t fight it any longer. I don’t want to. I want your heart.” I place my hand over her chest. “I want your body.” I drag it down, plumping her breast in my hand. “I want your mind and your soul. I want you, all of you. I want a life with you.” I continue dragging my hand down further till I reach her belly. I press my hand against her. “I want to create life with you.”
“What are you saying, Weston?” She reaches her hand down and cups my face. “Ask me.”
“You know what I want, Daphne.”
“Do I?”
“You know exactly what I think about every time I get off.” My tone is serious as I stare down at her. “You know exactly what I fantasize about every time I come inside you.” I wrap my hand around her jaw so that she’s focused only on me. “Or maybe I haven’t made it clear so let me… I want you as my wife. I want you in my daughter’s life as more than her teacher. I want to get you pregnant.”
Chapter 19
Daphne
“I— Pregnant?” I sit up, trying to put some space between us so I can think. “This is moving so fast.”
“I’m not asking you to let me knock you up right this second. You can’t anyway; you started your cycle.”
“But in a week when it’s over, you are? We haven’t even talked about what this is.” I motion between us. “And most of the time we’ve spent together has just been sex.” He pulls back from me like I slapped him. “No, I mean?—”
“I thought that’s exactly what we were doing right now was talking about what this is. I told you I wasn’t playing games, Daphne. I’m not interested in just fucking. I’m in love with you and I just made that crystal fucking clear so if it’s not what you want, then tell me, but it’s not because you don’t feel the same; it’s because you’re scared. We both know that.”
“Great,” I huff, getting out of bed and grabbing the shirt I took off earlier. “So since you have this all figured out, I should just go along with it? This is all your fantasy and I’m just along for the ride?” I don’t know why I’m getting so upset. The man I am in love with just told me he feels the same way and wants a life with me.
You know exactly why you’re upset. He’s right… you’re scared.
“Jesus, Daph.” He drags his hands over his face. “That’s my exact point; this isn’t a fantasy for me. If it was, I wouldn’t have involved you in my daughter’s life the way that I have. Watching you with her, watching the way she talks about you. What did you think was going to happen between us? That we’d get to know each other, have insane chemistry and mind-blowing sex and fall for each other, then just walk away? Was that your plan?” He gets off the bed and grabs his clothes, putting them on. “Tell me what you want, Daphne. Not just in your fantasy but what you want with us. I’m not telling you what to do. I told you what I wanted, but if you don’t want the same things, then tell me right now because I’ll walk out that door and I’ll leave you alone. I have no interest in forcing anyone to be with me. I’ve done it before and it doesn’t work.”
My chin quivers as I look at him, tears falling over the brim of my eyes. “I don’t know how to move on. I feel paralyzed by fear. I can’t— I don’t.”
“Hey, hey.” He steps toward me, his hands coming to my face. “I know. I understand, trust me, but I promise I’ll be here for you. I’m not asking for you to give me everything right now. I’m just asking for a chance because this, what we have, is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of love. The love of your life kind of love.”
He’s saying everything I should want to hear but instead of relief or happiness, I feel guilt and pain. I push his hands away, stepping back to wipe the tears from my eyes as anger takes over.
