Page 92 of My Mistake To Make

‘Library,’ he says as he turns and leaves the room.

‘Reading nook,’ I whisper, closing the door behind me.

‘What about this room?’ he says, his hand on the door handle to my room, and I laugh.

‘We’ve seen that room once or twice.’

‘Not like this.’

He opens the door, and I step inside, gasping at the jars and jars of wildflowers covering every surface.

‘Four weeks,’ he whispers from behind me, close enough to my ear that my skin tingles. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me back against him. ‘Four incredible weeks.’

He walks us forward and turns me in his arms before we reach the bed. He’s so right about that. It has been incredible. We’ve spent nights laughing at silly comedy movies and nights talking about anything and everything. We’ve played games, cards, listened to music, and cooked together. We’ve made the most out of every second with each other, and it’s been the most magical time of my life.

Being a secret has been hard—being restricted to this house or having to disappear out of town and hoping Jessie doesn’t call him back for Bo has been tiring, and we’ve even had our firstsilly little fight over the pressure of it all, but I can’t pretend it hasn’t been amazing. I can’t pretend I’m not head over heels for the man.

‘I want to explore you,’ I whisper against his lips in between soft, lingering kisses.

‘What does that mean?’ He lowers his lips to my neck and exposed collarbone, and I tip my head back to give him better access. Oh, that feels nice.

‘I want you naked and laid out for me,’ I say without hesitation, and he pulls back to look into my eyes, questioning, a tiny smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. ‘You have spent every day trying to make me feel more confident and sexy, and it’s all been about me understanding my body. Now I want to understand yours.’

‘You understand mine just fine.’ He smiles and leans in to press his mouth to mine. I let him, once, then pull back.

‘Take your clothes off, Doug.’

His eyebrows raise up in surprise until I push gently on his chest, and he steps back away from me, then pulls off his shirt.

I take my bottom lip between my teeth as I look him over, every hard ridge of muscle, every line of black ink, every perfectly placed dark hair.

Doug’s hands come to the button on his jeans, and I focus my attention there until his low chuckle has me raising my gaze to meet his.

‘Something funny?’ I ask, and he shakes his head, no.

‘Let’s just say you don’t have a great poker face.’

‘I don’t?’

‘Uh uh.’

‘So, what’s my face telling you?’

He smiles and pops the button, and I swallow hard, anticipating the big reveal. He releases a soft sigh.

‘So damn much.’ He lowers his zipper, and I feel my pulse start to race. ‘It’s telling me,’ He grips the waistband and starts to push. ‘That you like my naked body as much as I like yours.’

‘More.’

‘Not possible.’

I can’t help my smile until he drops his jeans and boxers, and I devour him with my eyes.

‘Lay down,’ I instruct, and he takes a breath before doing just that.

Walking to the end of the bed, I pull his socks off slowly, one by one, then stand and look at him.

I watch the flames of desire burn in his eyes and the way his lips part slightly. I want to be more conscious of his reactions, so I watch him as I bring my hands to the buttons on my jeans.

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