Page 77 of My Mistake To Make

I gasp as he pushes in a little more, my lips parting, my breath quickening once more.

‘Do you want me to stop?’ he asks softly, stilling above me, never breaking eye contact, and I shake my head, no.

‘Make love to me.’

Doug’s eyes close for just a second before he opens them and lowers to kiss me, driving into me fully, swallowing my gasps as he takes me to places I don’t think I’m coming back from, and I hope I never do.

My eyes aren’t openwhen I find myself smiling at the weight of the arm draped across my waist. They flutter open with the need to look, to see him in my bed. The sun isn’t quite upyet, but the dawn breaking reminds me I need to sort out some blinds or curtains.

Doug stirs behind me, and his arm tightens, pulling me tight against his body as he presses his lips to my shoulder. I couldn’t keep this grin off my face if I tried.

He groans sleepily as I push my bare arse back a little.

‘Mmm, I could get used to this.’ I stroke my fingers along his forearm. You’re not the only one, Douglas Campbell. ‘Ugh,’ he growls and moves away, and I turn to look at him, confused. ‘I need to pee,’ he snaps like it’s the biggest inconvenience ever, and I laugh, then watch his naked and very lovely arse as he heads into the en-suite bathroom.

Honestly, I need to go too, but I’m suddenly very aware of my nakedness. I look around the floor, and it’s either my dress or his t-shirt, so I get out of bed and grab the shirt, pulling it on and inhaling his scent as the bathroom door opens. I meet his hungry gaze as his lips part, and he takes me in.

‘You’re wearing my shirt.’ He steps toward me, and I straighten.

‘I felt very, very naked.’ I grimace, and he smiles.

‘You were very, very naked, and I like you that way, but you in my shirt,’ he pulls me hard against his body, his hands roaming the skin underneath, ‘Jesus Christ. You’re sexy.’

‘Stop it,’ I push him away, smiling as I hope I managed to sound playful. ‘I need to go too.’ I nod toward the bathroom, then step away and close the door, leaning back against it for just a moment, unable to quite believe this is real.

I go to the loo, brush my teeth and put on some deodorant. We showered together again last night, and that time he took full advantage of the close proximity, pressing me against the tiles and sliding into me again. My body accepted him willingly then. Now though, I can definitely feel the after-effects. I’m sore, not an unfamiliar sensation after sex given that I was doing itall wrong before or letting it be done all wrong, I suppose. But this is different. Not that I’d realized it at the time, but before Doug, after sex soreness meant my body hadn’t been prepared, it meant I’d been subjected to an unsatisfying, more often than not, painful experience. With Doug, the soreness is a reminder of the way he worships my body, the way he touches me and pulls sounds from me that I never imagined I would make.

Heat rises up my neck, pinking my cheeks as I turn and open the door finding him sitting up in my bed, scrolling his phone. He raises his gaze to find me, and a lopsided smile creeps across his lips.

‘You took your time,’ he drawls as I walk slowly toward the bed.

‘I was assessing.’

He holds out his hand for mine, and I take it, letting him pull me gently toward him. I kneel on the bed beside him, and he eyes me curiously.

‘Assessing what?’

I can’t help but grin. ‘The way my body feels.’

A flash of concern narrows his gaze as he sits up, bringing his face close to mine.

‘Are you okay? Did I hurt you?’

I shake my head, no. ‘I am sore, but it’s not a bad sore. I like it.’

‘Cara, I didn’t mean to…’

‘You didn’t hurt me, Doug. You made me feel better than I’ve ever felt.’

Without warning, he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me across his body until, somehow, I’m lying on my back gazing up at him.

‘That was smooth.’ I giggle, and he laughs.

‘I have my moments.’ He leans in to kiss me briefly before pulling back. ‘Do you have plans today?’ I shake my head, no,and he smiles. ‘Come for a drive with me. I need to take you somewhere.’

‘What about Bowie? And if Jess…’ He shakes his head, cutting me off.

‘Bowie is with her mom. We’re going out of town, away from them all, and, technically, it’s work.’ My confusion must be clear because he chuckles as he lowers to kiss me again. ‘We have some decisions to make, things to get for the house. We need to go furniture shopping, pick out your guest bathroom, and get you some drapes for these windows. We can go shopping, call it work, then get some lunch, and I can hold your hand the entire time.’

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