7. Chapter 6
Mitchell
Did I make a mistake by pulling away from Sarah yesterday? I'm on my way over to her house, and there's an inner battle inside of me. The possibility of having her all to myself is so enticing, but I don't know if I'm what's good for her right now.
She's still grieving her grandmother and learning how to live life without her. I grab the door handle and it opens under my hand. Sarah is sitting down working on her computer on the living room table. I walk to the kitchen and give her a nod and a grunt.
It's about as much as I'm capable of saying right now.
I've never felt like this before in my life.
This sweet angel is making my thoughts go haywire.
Do I have something to offer besides money and a lifetime of experience?
I start doing demo work on the kitchen and watch her take her computer and move upstairs.
She needs to be able to do her work without interruptions, and here I am throwing a jackhammer at her walls. When I get to the cabinets, I realize we'll have to have them remade because these have termites. That also means that I have to cure the area so the termites don't spread to the new units.
After working for a while, Sarah comes down.
It's around five o'clock, the time she told me she could help me with the work.
I wipe the sweat off my forehead and look at her.
She looks pissed and she has a reason to be that way.
She picks up the jackhammer I've been using and starts hammering the walls and whatever is left in the kitchen to demolish.
Every hit of the hammer is felt by me on my body. It's as if she's hitting me instead of the walls. When she finally stops, she's breathing hard and her features show some improvement. In this state I could probably talk to her. If I dare to.
"Sarah."
"I don't want to talk to you."
"Sarah."
"You don't get to give me the best kiss I've ever had and then say it can never happen again. I won't have it."
"You have to understand. I'm too old for you."
"Why does this have to be a unilateral decision? Why don't I get a say in what I want for my life?"
I look at her, and she's determined and ready to fight me about this. Is it wrong that it makes me want to kiss her again? I just can't with this woman.
"I'm sorry, I panicked. You have no idea how bad I've got it for you, little one."
"I'm not little. I've got curves."
"Curves to die for, that's for sure. Talk to me."
"It seemed to me that you were the one doing all the talking and the one making decisions."
"I didn't mean to shut you out. It was just easier to run away."
"Do you think we won't fit because of our age difference?"
"I think this feels too good to be true. Like my wildest dream has come to life, and I just have to reach out and grab it. I feel like life's tricking me."
She walks closer to where I am and sets the sledgehammer down. She's now so close that I can scent the sweat on her body because of the hard labor. Underneath there are other sweet smelling scents like strawberries.
"Life put us together for a reason, Mitchell. You answered my call for help. What does that tell you?"
"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.