Page 68 of My Mistake To Make

One hand moves back between my legs, and he rubs in time with his thrusts into me.

‘You’re squeezing me so good, Cara. You’re going to make me come so hard.’ He exhales the words, and I hear the pleasure in his voice.

He feels good—my body is making him feel good. The thought makes me tighten, clenching as ecstasy starts calling me toward the edge.

‘You’re going to come, baby.’ He groans. ‘I can feel you, so wet and tight for me. Let me hear you, Cara. Let me feel you.’

That’s my undoing. His words give my body the permission it needs to fall. I call out. Erotic moans leave my mouth as my body floats, pleasure ripping through me that only intensifies when I feel Doug thrust harder, faster, and I hear his groans of pleasure, feel him coming inside me before he stills, both of us breathing hard, his hands stroking my back tenderly.

I moan absent-mindedly as he pulls out, and he chuckles as he slides my shorts back up my thighs and into position, then steps back. I turn to watch him zipping up his jeans, looking at the space between us, and I freeze. Is he going to run again?

A slow, unbelievably sexy smile curves his mouth, then he steps forward. I squeal as he sweeps me up into his arms and leans in to kiss me.

‘Shower,’ he grunts before making for the stairs.

Upstairs, Doug deposits me in the bedroom before heading into the bathroom and turning on the shower. I stand still, waiting for him, and he smirks as he stalks back toward me. He pulls off his shirt, and I swallow hard at the sight of his body. My eyes lower, taking all of him in as his hands come to his jeans and lower the zipper once more. But he doesn’t take them off. Instead, he steps forward, grips the bottom of my top, and raises it up over my head and off.

‘Oh, Jesus, help me,’ he whispers, looking up to the ceiling for a moment.

He trails a finger down my bare breast, across my nipple, which peaks at the contact.

‘You’re incredibly sexy, Cara,’ Doug groans as he lowers to his knees in front of me and pulls my shorts down my legs. I step out of them and stand, completely naked, in front of this beautiful sexy man. ‘Goddam.’

Doug stands and toes off his trainers, whispering a soft sorry, and I smile—he’s sorry for not taking his shoes off before now.

‘Get in the shower. I don’t want this illusion of perfection being ruined for you by you having to watch me take off my socks.’

I laugh, then shriek as he smacks my arse when I pass him.

I brace my hands on the sink and take in my reflection. The woman I recognize would never have let herself be fucked against the kitchen worktop by a man she was furious with only an hour earlier. I press my lips together to fight my smile as Doug walks in behind me, naked, and my eyes focus on the very thing that had me screaming out downstairs. I feel my eyes widen and my lips part; how the hell didthatfit? And that’s itbeforeit’s hard? Lord, help me…

He chuckles as he stands close behind me, pressing our naked bodies together and letting me really feel that monster of a penis against my backside.

‘Don’t look so scared.’ Humor laces his words. ‘You took it all once. You can do it again.’

My body reacts to his words and the naughty smile he pairs with them. I can and I will. I can and I will…

He steps away and into the shower, holding out a hand for me to join him. I take it and climb in, and he immediately pulls me close.

‘I want you to know that I was tested after the last time I was with anybody, and I’m all clear.’

Oh.Oh my god, I didn’t even consider it. Fuck, I’m so stupid.

‘Oh, me too. I’ve always used condoms, and I, um, I’m on the pill too.’

I feel the embarrassment creep up my neck. I had unprotected sex with this man without even a second thought. Bloody hell, Cara.

‘What are you overthinking right now?’ he asks, tipping my chin up to force my gaze to meet his. I shake my head a little. ‘Cara,’

The way he gently but firmly encourages me with his tone and the raise of one eyebrow has me swallowing hard.

‘I’ve never been irresponsible a day in my life, yet, I didn’t consider the risks of unprotected sex for even a second.’

‘Does that make you feel vulnerable?’ I nod, yes, and he takes a slow, deep breath. ‘Do you remember when you were worried about taking the stairs when we came to look at the house?’ I nod, yes again. ‘I told you I wouldn’t put you in danger. I meant that. It was irresponsible of us to do it without so much as a passing thought, and we will communicate better going forward, but just know that I wouldn’t put you at risk of harm, okay? Trust that.’

His gaze drifts to my lips as my heart races in my chest. I think he’s going to kiss me, the way he’s looking down at me, a soft, satisfied expression on his face, but, instead, he reaches up to pull the hair tie from my ponytail so gently. My hair falls, and he tosses the tie out onto the bathroom floor, then guides me under the water, tipping my chin up and wetting my hair.

Turning me around, Doug reaches around me for the shampoo. After squirting some into his palm, he starts to lather up my hair, massaging my scalp in a way that makes me audibly sigh.

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