Page 75 of My Mistake To Make

I stand, and Carasits back on her heels, looking up at me. Man, do I like looking at her from this angle, my dick and his dreams of fucking her pretty mouth like it, too.

I hold out my hand to help her up to standing, then let her lead the way to the stairs and up to her bedroom.

Stepping into the bedroom, I can’t help myself. I pull her back against my body, wrapping my arm around her waist, and bendto kiss the bare skin of her neck and shoulder. The way she gasps and trembles gives me a kick.

I turn her around and cup her face in one hand while the other holds her there, pressed against me, as I cover her mouth with mine.

Kissing this woman is something else. She’s gentle and tentative but so open, and I can’t get enough.

‘God,’ she gasps, pressing her hands against my chest, and I realize the trembling hasn’t stopped. If anything, it’s just gotten more intense. ‘I just… I, God…’

‘Hey,’ I lean back to look into her eyes, ‘what is it?’

‘I’m just, I—I’m so turned on.’ Oh, okay, ‘I don’t know. I’ve never felt this before.’

Oh shit. I never thought how big this is for her. Zoe and Bree were right. There’s a lot tied up to this level of intimacy for Cara. I need to do this right.

‘Do you want to stop?’ I ask softly, and she closes her eyes for a beat before opening them and looking up at me again.

‘No, I don’t want to stop. I’m just—I guess I’m nervous. What I said this morning, I meant it. I don’t have any instincts when it comes to this.’

I take a breath and nod my understanding.

‘Baby, let me take care of you, okay?’ Her big, wide eyes gaze up at me. ‘Trust me to give you what you need tonight.’

She nods, yes, and I bend to kiss her again, pulling down the zipper on the back of her dress as I do. I kiss her the whole time as I slide the dress off her shoulders, over her hips, and let it drop to the floor. Then I step back to look at her.

‘Goddam.’ I shake my head, inhaling through my nose to remind myself to go slowly. Her black lace lingerie is sinful, and her body is so sexy that my mouth is dry. ‘Don’t move,’ I instruct before turning on the lamp on her nightstand and turning off the ceiling light.

I step close again, then pull off my shirt. Her gaze roams over my body hungrily before settling on my chest, where her fingers are delicately tracing the black lines there.

‘Your tattoos are so…’ She doesn’t complete the sentence as I pop the button on my jeans.

‘You like them?’

She nods. ‘A lot.’

I lower the zipper on my jeans, then raise my hands up behind her back to the clasp on her bra.

‘Can I take this off?’ I ask, and she nods, yes, her chest rising and falling harder as she breathes faster now.

A little reluctantly because she looks so fucking good in it, I unclasp the bra and pull it forward and down her arms. Jesus, fuck, her tits are beautiful. Small and round with perfect pink nipples, peaked with arousal.

I hook my finger into the front of her panties and wait for her to open the eyes she closed when her bra dropped. They flutter open and rise to meet mine, and I smile.

‘Can I take these off?’ I check in, my voice low, and she nods, yes, again. I’m not pushing for verbal consent tonight because I know she’s nervous, but from tomorrow, I’m going to need those words.

I tuck my thumbs into the elastic before lowering to my knees and sliding the black lace down her long legs. I tap each ankle, and she steps out of her panties as I gaze up at her, naked, completely perfect. The flush of pink from nerves and arousal blooms across her pale skin, and taking this slowly is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Her eyes meet mine, and I see so clearly how badly she wants this, all of this.

I stand and move forward, backing her up to the bed until the mattress touches the back of her legs, and I use my hand onher back to guide her to sit before pushing my jeans down and stepping out of them.

‘Lay down for me.’ I hear the gravel tone in my voice—the want that I can’t hide, not while she’s naked for me, not while her eyes are fixed on my erection hidden under cotton just inches from her face. I want to do it all with this woman. I want to explore every inch of her, then do it all again and again, making sure I didn’t miss a spot, learning her body, and learning her wants and needs.

As if she has been studying the art of seduction her whole life, Cara moves back on the bed, never taking her eyes from mine, and lays back against the pillows with no idea how sexy she is. She holds her legs together delicately, waiting for instruction, a little embarrassment creeping into her expression… no, no, that won’t do.

I take off my boxers and crawl onto the bed, running my fingers up her leg, making a mental note to come back and catalog every single delicious freckle as I gently, wordlessly, encourage her to open up for me. She gasps as she gives in, surprising herself.

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