Chapter Eight

Meg stood in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. When they'd come in the house, she'd been bound and determined to take the next step with Rascal, but once she'd showered and put on nightclothes, the doubts overwhelmed her.

Would he be disgusted with her body? Would he catalogue every gray hair she had, every roll and every wrinkle? She couldn't get the words of that jerk of a professor out of her mind that she should be grateful for anything. She didn't want to be grateful. She wanted to be desired. Rascal had gotten hard multiple times but maybe it had just been a long time for him. Was he really interested in seeing her naked and being with her?

A little knock on the door had her checking she'd locked it.

"Meg, if you've changed your mind, I still want to hold you tonight. We don't have to do anything if you're not ready."

How did she answer him? She wanted to rip his clothes off, climb him like a tree, and experience everything she'd read about and never experienced, but she wasn't brave. She was fifty-nine and feeling every one of those years in the wrinkles and rolls on her body.

"Meg, are you okay? Can I come in?"

His voice was sounding a little frantic. This man had been a dream to her, and she was standing in the bathroom, making him worry something was wrong. The only thing wrong was she wasn't brave. She was scared to death because if he rejected her, she wasn't sure she could survive with her heart intact.

She reached over and unlocked the door, pulling it open. Rascal stood in the doorway with his glasses on and a pair of pajama pants. Colorful tattoos decorated his chest, along with a sprinkling of hair that arrowed down to his waist. His eyes traveled down her almost like a caress.

"You're fuckin' beautiful. I think I'm going to need to make you come before I ever let myself inside you because I'm not sure I'll last once I'm there."

His hand reached out and grasped her waist along what she considered one of her worst attributes. It wasn't a muffin top. It was a lot of extra fat around her waist.

"Woman, in a T-shirt and shorts, you have me ready to come in my pants. I'm not sure how I'll survive when you're naked and I can see every lush inch of you."

She'd discount his words if she couldn't see the heat blazing in his eyes and the smile of anticipation on his face. He pulled her close, rubbing himself against her mound. Rascal wasn't a little hard. He was so hard she could feel him like a steel pole against her. No man that found her lacking would be that hard.

"So, you still haven't said a word. I'm thinking you're worried about me seeing you naked, so I'm going to warn you. The gray in my beard isn't the only gray."

She glanced at his chest, then ran her fingers through the hair, feeling the difference in the hairs. The gray hairs were a little coarser.

"We're not in our twenties and thank fuck for that. I wouldn't go back for anything. The years show on my body, and I creak when I get up. I don't want the youngster who hasn't experienced life. I want the woman whose voice sent shivers down my spine the first time she spoke to me. The woman who I can talk to forever and then still have more to say. The woman who enjoys good food with me and doesn't worry about the calories. The woman whose lush curves, full tits and juicy ass make me hard every time I see you. I want the woman that, as our looks fade, still is the only woman I want to spend the rest of my life with."

Meg swallowed, wondering how he knew exactly what she needed to hear.

"Then I guess we need to move into the bedroom so I can feel you make love to me for the last first time we'll have."

His grin and the light in his eyes had her smiling back. He leaned over and kissed her, then took her hand and led her into the bedroom. He slid his pants down his thighs, then stepped out of them. "I thought you'd feel more comfortable with me naked first."

She gazed at what he'd uncovered and sure, some of the hair framing his cock had some gray, but his dick was hard and a darkened red color. She reached toward it and his hand caught hers, laying it on his abs instead. "Let's wait until we're on the bed. I really don't want to spill before I'm inside you and honestly, it will be more than I can take if your fingers wrap around me."

His hands slid over her, divesting her of her T-shirt and then were sliding her shorts down her thighs, caressing the flesh revealed as they dropped to the floor. Rascal made a sound in his throat as he slid his hand up to her mound.

Each touch of his fingers had her wanting him to touch her more. He paused, then looked at the floor, then her.

"I'd love to get on the floor and worship you, but it would be really embarrassing if I had to have help up off the floor, so let me lay you down here." His hands followed his words, guiding her to lay on the bed, and then he knelt beside her. His hands trailed across her chest until his fingers were grasping her nipples, followed by his lips, kissing and nibbling.

She grasped the bed sheet, not knowing what he wanted her to do. His hands roamed down, the slight roughness of his fingers had her trembling. She squirmed, needing more.

"Rascal, I need..." she moaned.

"You just relax and let me worship this body I get to have forever. I'll get you there."

She tried to relax, but each caress, each graze of his lips, had her spiraling faster. His hands parted her thighs as he settled himself between them. His warm breath against her flesh and his beard rasping along her had her wanting to grab his head and bring him closer. Her hands fluttered, then fell back to the bed. His hand reached over and placed her hand on his head.

"Do what feels good. Show me what you love."

His voice, his fingers and tongue built her until she could only feel. She didn't need to direct him because Rascal knew her better than she knew herself. The abrasion of his beard was just another layer to send her deeper. His lips sucking and licking her had her falling into the abyss, shaking and calling his name. When she looked at him, the grin on his face had her smiling back.

"I'm clean and I'm guessing we don't need to worry about pregnancy."

Rascal's wry tone had her giggling. "Nope, no pregnancy and I want to feel all of you."

Rascal reached toward the side table, pulling out a bottle of lube. She crinkled her forehead, wondering what he was doing.

"You said it had been a while, and you're wet, but I'm not a small man. I want you to enjoy every second."

His fingers coated his cock until it glistened, then wiped his fingers on a towel. He settled himself between her legs, his cock at her entrance.

"Meggie, are you ready for me to make you mine forever?"

She nodded.

"I love you, Meg. I need the words."

She didn't think her heart could get any fuller, but his words had tears pooling at the edge of her eyes. "I don't know how, but you've made me fall in love with you, and I want you to make me yours."

At her words, he pressed in steadily, filling her. She didn't believe he could have her wanting him so quickly again, but she did. His eyes staring at her as he thrust in and out had her clenching.

"Meggie, I'm trying to last and you clenching your pussy is making it impossible."

She smiled at this man she'd fallen in love with in a whirlwind and gave herself over to the fire he was building in her. His hand sliding down to her clit and squeezing had her falling over again. His shout right after let her know he'd followed her. Her hands grasped his shoulders as he breathed heavily.

Who knew getting fired from her job would lead her to the man who filled the empty places in her heart?