Page 82 of The Perfect Mistake

“Do you mean it this time?” I whisper.

He lowers his head to mine. His kiss takes my breath away. It’s not like the slow ones he’s so good at, the ones that raise my heart rate with each press of his lips. This is a firestorm from the first touch.

He slides his hands down my back with a groan, pulling me flush against his body. I’ve never had this much of him to explore before. My fingers trace along his shoulders and over his back. His skin is warm and firm to the touch, and I can’t get enough of running my hands all over him.

Alec kisses down my cheek and to my neck, his left hand winding itself into the length of my hair. “You drive me insane,” he mutters.

I grip his upper arms. “So do you. Telling me to learn what I like, and to figure out how to tell you, and then you shut the whole thing down?”

He gives a hoarse chuckle that tickles the skin over my collarbone. “I was trying my best to not give into temptation. But I’m just a man, and I can’t fight it anymore.”

He kisses me again, his tongue brushing against mine, and sensations overwhelm me. There’s so much of him, so much skin against mine, so I lock my arms around his neck.

“What did you think?” I whisper.

His hands slide down again, but this time, they reach the hem of my T-shirt where it ends below my ass. His fingers caress my thighs.

“Think about what?”

“The… things you read.”

I feel his smile against my temple. “Enlightening.”

“You already said that.”

“Mm-hmm. Right. Well, it made me rock-hard.”

I exhale. “Really?”

“Yeah.” His hand slips beneath my T-shirt and travels up, over my ass and my back. Electricity buzzes over my skin. “The scene themselves were out of this world. But knowing you use them to make yourself come?”

“I never said that,” I say, but I’m smiling.

He kisses me, and beneath my shirt, his hands are slowly skimming up my ribs. “But it’s true.”

“Yeah,” I breathe. His fingers brush the underside of my breasts, and then higher, over my nipples. Sensations ripple over my skin at the touch.

He groans, and then his hands are gone from my body. They’re gripping the hem of the T-shirt instead. He pulls it up, and I raise my arms. Slipping it off, he tosses the tee away, leaving me in nothing but a pair of panties.

Dark eyes rake over me. The intensity he’s always had is back, only it’s all turned on me.

His hands grip my hips, and he looks and looks and looks.

It makes me shrug. “They’re just boobs.”

And tiny ones at that. I’ve always been small-chested, an A most days and a B on the best of them. It had been an asset in ballet, and for that, I’d been grateful. But it’s never been a body part I love.

Alec leans down and wraps his arms around my waist, and his mouth captures my left nipple. I close my eyes. Oh. He uses his teeth, and his stubble scrapes over my skin. I’ve always liked this but didn’t know it could feel this good.

“There’s nothing just about them,” he mutters. “You have perfect tits.” He lifts his head and gives the other nipple the same attention. One of his hands slides to grip my ass cheek, and all of it fits in his large palm.

He kisses down my ribs, to my stomach, and falls to his knees on the plush rug in my room. His lips reach the waistband of my panties, and he starts to pull it down my hips, an inch at a time, kissing the exposed skin as he does.

Watching him do this is its own kind of thrill. His broad shoulders, the strong arms braced on my hips, and the brown head of hair.

“I’ve been dying to taste you again,” he murmurs, kissing the inside of my thigh. He finally tugs my panties down all the way, and they drop to the floor, around my ankles. “That’s it, there it is.”

He locks an arm around my thighs to keep me steady and uses the other to help spread me apart for his tongue.

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