Page 69 of My Mistake To Make

‘This okay?’ he asks, and I nod.

He washes my hair, rinses, then conditions, before reaching for my shower gel and starting to wash me. His warm, hard chest presses against my back as he roams soapy hands all over my body, and the intimacy of the moment causes tears to prick my eyes. Nobody has ever treated me so gently or paid me so much attention. Doug takes my washcloth and gently washes my thighs and between my legs before turning me around. I close my eyes as he tips my chin up, not wanting him to see the emotions rising in me.

‘Hey,’ he says softly, ‘am I hurting you?’

I shake my head, no, and swallow hard before opening my eyes and bringing my hands to his chest.

‘No, I guess I’m just not used to this.’

He leans down to press a gentle kiss to my lips, which turns hungrier as the hardness between us grows.

‘You just got me clean,’ I say, smiling as his erection nudges against me, and he laughs.

‘He’s got a mind of his own. I’m sorry. It’s been a long time. He’s excited.’

I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh.

‘Come on. Let’s get you dry.’

Doug reaches up to turn off the shower, and a ripple of disappointment moves through me. I thought he was going to take me again, right there and then, but it seems once is enough for tonight.

I shake that from my mind. I’m going to be sore in the morning as it is. I don’t need to make it even worse.

He opens out a towel, and I step into it, letting him wrap me up. I love how he looks, wet and defined, one of my towels wrapped low around his waist.

He bends to pick up my hair tie and grabs my brush, then smacks my backside again and pushes me toward the bedroom. Leading me to sit on the ottoman at the bottom of my bed, he stands behind me and starts to towel dry my hair. I can’t speak. I can’t ask what’s happening because I don’t want to break the spell of this moment—this man taking care of me.

He squeezes more water from my hair with the towel, then starts to brush. He’s gentle and careful, brushing from the bottom up, smoothing out my hair before he… oh my god, he starts to plait it.

He’s quiet as he works, pulling my hair back gently and plaiting it before securing it with the hair tie and pulling it forward over my shoulder.

I turn to find him looking around my room, and I smile.

‘What are you looking for?’

‘PJs.’

I huff out a small laugh.

‘Who are you, and what have you done with my grumpy contractor?’

‘Grumpy contractor between the hours of eight and six. Outside of that, I’m a super caring sex god.’

I laugh and stand to grab a big baggy t-shirt and some shorts from my still-packed suitcase. I pull the shirt on over my towel, suddenly not wanting to completely strip in front of him, then drop the towel and pull on the shorts. Doug pulls on his boxers and climbs onto my bed, opening his arm to me.

I kneel on the bed and sit back on my heels in front of him. Doug drops his arm, then sits up and moves close in front of me.

‘What is it?’

I smile. ‘That’s the exact question on my mind. What is this? I know we can’t tell anyone, but what does it mean?’

He cups my cheek, then leans in to press a kiss to my mouth.

‘I don’t know. All I know right now is that I want you. I want to get to know you. I want to be around you, and I want to make you scream like that again.’ Heat blooms up my neck and cheeks, and I swallow hard. ‘I like you, Cara. Can we just start there?’

I nod, and he drops back against the pillows and opens his arms to me once more. I move to lie down with him, snuggling into his side and settling against his chest. I’ve never had a closeness like this, not even with Jamie. I like it more than I have the words to say.

Keep Your Head In The Game And Your Dick In Your Pants

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