Page 14 of Dirty Little Mistake

Releasing my jaw, his palms flattened on the wall on either side of me, completely caging me in. "There's no going back, Cam."

"Do it." My words were a challenge. There was no hesitation in my voice. I wanted this just as much as he did. I didn't know what would happen tomorrow or when he left, but none of that mattered.

In a flash, I was tossed over his shoulder before I realized it was happening, and he was moving. I couldn't really see anything but his back, but I assumed it was toward the bathroom.

A light flicked on, and he dropped me to my feet, letting our bodies slide together. My heart pounded wildly as my eyes locked with his.

The last time I thought we were going to go all the way, he asked if I was a virgin, and that ended everything. That was over two years ago. Maybe he thought something had changed, but it hadn't. It wasn't like I hadn't had the opportunity. No one ever compared to him. I wasn't sure if he'd ask that question again, but I knew my answer would be different this time.

He stepped back, dragging his tongue over his lip ring in such a seductively filthy way that my knees nearly buckled as his gaze raked over me. "I don't fuck drunk girls."

I may not have been sober before he showed up or even when he brought me into the room, but I was now. I was acutely aware of everything that was happening. It may have been the liquor that had given me the liquid courage I needed to ask him if he was jealous, but I didn't need it anymore. "Good thing I'm not drunk."

His lips curled into a grin as he reached back and ripped his shirt over his head before discarding it on the white tile floor. My gaze dropped, taking in his lean, toned stomach, leading down to the deep V that disappeared into his jeans. "Your turn." My gaze flashed up, meeting his.

He wanted to watch me strip down to nothing. I was a fairly confident person, but standing in front of Trystan shirtless, I was suddenly self-conscious. Gripping the hem, I averted my gaze as I slowly pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on top of his. I wasn't wearing a bra.

He drew in a breath as his gaze swept over my bare chest. "Are you still a virgin?"

There it was. The question that could end this before it even started, and I wasn't sure why it mattered.

I shook my head. "No," I lied.

For a brief moment, disappointment flashed over his face, but then it was gone. So quickly, I wasn't sure I'd actually seen it.

Neither of us moved; we stood frozen in silence, gazes locked for what felt like forever. I made the first move, flicking the button of my jeans open before sliding them down my legs. I didn't cower from his heated gaze. I waited for a brief moment, and when he didn't move to do the same, I slid my black lace panties down my legs, dropped them to the ground, and stepped out of them. His gaze roamed over every inch of my naked body. I wanted to hide—to cover myself, but I didn't.

"Fuck it," he growled, surging forward, hooking his arms around me and hoisting me up. His mouth captured mine as Itangled my limbs around him. I was so lost in his lips, his mouth, his tongue that I didn't realize we were moving until he fell with me to the bed in the middle of the dark hotel room. Heat mixed with anticipation threatened to burn my insides as he kissed me fiercely. His tongue darted in and out fucking my mouth with vicious, brutal strokes, sucking every ounce of air from my lungs.

I tore my mouth from him, sucking in a deep breath. "Last chance," he warned, his bodyweight lifting from me. It was dark, but I could hear the distinct sound of his zipper lowering and an unfamiliar sound of foil tearing.

I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing, but he cut me off. "Spread those legs for me, baby." A hoarse groan vibrated out of him as his hands moved up my thighs, spreading me wide. A mixture of excitement, nerves, anxiety, and fear coiled in my gut, and my hands and legs shook.

Closing my eyes, I tried to focus on his touch, but it only made the shaking worse.

"Breathe, Cam," Trystan whispered. My eyes flashed open, and a whoosh of air exhaled. "Relax." His words were a smooth coax, but it wasn't enough.

I was nervous, and I shouldn't be because, supposedly, this wasn't my first time.

"Camryn." He paused, and I wished I could see him. I knew I was freaking him out, but I couldn't stop. "Cam, what's going on?"

"What?" I mumbled. "What makes you think something's wrong?"

"Well, usually, women don't shake before I've even touched them."

"Well, I'm not 'women'; I'm Camryn."

He huffed out a laugh. "What's going on, Cam?"

Blowing out a heavy sigh, I sat up on the edge of the bed and reached for the blanket to cover myself at the exact momenthe flipped the light on. He'd already put his jeans on, but my attention snapped to the gold foil wrapper on the floor.

A condom.

"Cam?"

"I lied. I'm still a virgin." My gaze dropped in shame. Not necessarily because I was a virgin but because I lied. Or maybe both.

"Good." My head snapped up, my gaze meeting his. "I was a little disappointed I'd passed up the opportunity to be your first." He stepped forward into my space. His hands curled around my waist and pulled me to my feet. My eyes widened when he gripped my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look up at him. "You are mine, Camryn Young, and before I leave, I'll make that pussy mine too." He brushed his lips across mine. "I'm going to mold it to fit me and only me."

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