Page 70 of My Mistake To Make

Doug

Leaving last night washard. I smile up at the house in the early morning light and remember the sound of her soft breaths as she drifted to sleep against my chest. God, she was beautiful.

I told her I couldn’t stay—that I had to be there when Bo woke up, and she nodded, understanding. She smiled as I kissed her goodnight, then rolled over straight back to sleep.

I have some guys coming in today, so I need to get her out of my system before they get here. I dropped Bo off with Zoe, as she’s watching her today, and headed up here early.

Grabbing the bag containing breakfast from Merv’s off the passenger seat, I climb out of my truck and use my key to enter and find the house quiet. I leave the bag on the kitchen counter, smiling at the pie still exactly where we left it. Man, I really did fuck her in her kitchen. I wish I were a better man, one who could keep the smug bastard grin off his face at the memory, but I’m not. I can’t.

Toeing off my sneakers—my work boots and clothes are still in my truck—I head upstairs. Peeking around her door, I suppress a laugh; all I can see are two arms and one leg poking out from under the comforter. I make my way inside, sitting on the bed, and I run my fingers up the bare thigh right in front of me. She stretches out her leg as her arms reach up, and I smile. There she is.

The arms come down, bringing the comforter with them and showing me the frowning, pouty little face I like a lot.

‘You woke me up.’ Her voice is croaky with sleep.

‘I’m sorry.’ I grin as I pull the comforter away the rest of the way and crawl over her. ‘I wanted to see you before the crew arrives.’

She stretches out under me, and I look down between our bodies. Her shirt has risen up, exposing her stomach, and I can’t resist. I lower down to press my lips softly against her ribs.

She shivers, goosebumps racing across her skin, and I lower down.

‘Doug,’ she runs her fingers through my hair, and I wrap my hand around her hip. She gasps, inhaling sharply when I kiss below her belly button. ‘I need—’ I run my tongue along the waistband of her shorts, and she wriggles under me. ‘No, no, I can’t,’ She pushes me back and rolls off the bed, running to thebathroom. ‘Sorry,’ she calls as she shuts the door, and I laugh. I guess she did just wake up.

I hear the toilet flush and the water turn on, so I pull off my shirt and drop my sweats, stepping out of them and climbing into her bed.

When the door opens, and she eyes me, she catches her bottom lip between her teeth and leans against the doorframe.

‘Get over here,’ I say, making her smile, and she walks slowly back toward the bed.

‘What do you have in mind?’ she asks as she climbs onto the bed, and I smell the fresh mint of her toothpaste.

‘Kiss me,’ I demand as she settles next to me and leans back against the pillows.

‘I’m right here.’ She smiles softly, and I move over her, covering her mouth with mine.

I move to settle above her, nudging her thighs apart with mine as my tongue explores her mouth, and I find my spot between them.

Having her under me feels so fucking good. I don’t want to move, but I want her naked. I force myself back to sit on my heels, my dick screaming at me in protest, and Cara’s eyes widen in surprise.

‘Don’t think we’re done.’ I smirk. ‘I’m just going to need you to take those clothes off.’

She tries to recover from it, but I see the moment of panic that flares in her eyes. She sits up and grips the hem of her shirt as I reach out and put my hands over hers.

‘What was that?’ Her eyes come up to find mine, and I reach up to cup her cheek. ‘Baby, what is it?’

Doesn’t she want this? Now that she’s slept on it, is the whole secret thing too much for her? Jesus, did she not enjoy last night as much as I did?

‘Cara, what’s wrong?’

‘I just. I’m not…’ she swallows and lowers her gaze.

‘Not what? Honey, talk to me.’

‘Not sexy, notsexual. I’m afraid of not being enough for you.’

‘What? Cara, are you crazy? You are incredibly sexy.’

‘Doug, I’m not. I’m shy and inexperienced and pretty fucking clueless, to be honest. I don’t have the skills to keep you interested. I just, I don’t know what you might like me to do.’

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