Page 78 of The Mistakes I've Made
“Lani, we have less than five weeks. I can’t offer you anything past—”
“I like it when you call me Lani.” I smiled lazily.
“Concentrate!” He laughed, his arms wrapping around my waist.
“Look,” I said, “I know we have only a finite amount of time, but I’m okay with that.”
“You’re okay with the fact that you live over four thousand miles away from here?”
“No,” I answered. “But can’t we choose to just not think about it?”
He looked conflicted, but his grip on my waist tightened. “It’s either that or we go back to being friends.”
“You were a horrible friend anyway,” I said.
He smirked but didn’t seem convinced.
“We both said the other day, that we felt like we were waiting for our lives to start. Maybe we just need to learn how to take leaps when the universe offers them,” I offered.
He cupped my face, sincerity written all over his. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then don’t,” I simply said.
He stared down at me, the resolve in his dark green eyes becoming clearer with each passing second as he pulled me closer. “I’m going to kiss you now, Lani,” he said, sending a thrill of anticipation down to my very core. “And when I do, you can just consider that friendship of ours null and void, because after I’m done thoroughly kissing you, we’re going to spend the rest of the night breaking every other stupid rule we made.”
His lips found mine before I even got the chance for a rebuttal.
Not that I’d had one.
Because, holy hell, this man could kiss.
His fingers wove into my hair, pushing me back onto the desk. It wasn’t the sturdiest piece of furniture, but it held as I sat back and let him devour me.
It was as if he was in a frenzy one minute and taking his time the next. As if he couldn’t wait to see what was next. He lifted my still-wet T-shirt for the bare skin that lay beneath but then stopped short to pull me closer, so he could kiss me a while longer.
It drove me mad.
It made me wild with need, and by the time he finally reached up and tugged at the top of my shirt, pulling the deep v-neck down so that he could drag his lips past my collarbone and toward the valley between my breasts, I thought I might combust from the raging inferno he’d ignited between us.
“I’ve wanted to do this,” he said, his hot breath against my skin as his fingers danced along the edge of lace bra, peeling back the delicate fabric inch by inch “this and so much more, since the moment you entered my office that first day.”
His mouth closed around my nipple and I jumped, the feeling of his tongue circling around my sensitive flesh so intense that I couldn’t keep still.
And I didn’t want to.
I wanted to move with him.
Against him.
Underneath him.
And with all those thoughts swirling in my head, suddenly, my hands had a mind of their own. Finding the hem of his very wet shirt, I began to pull it upward, wanting to feel all those delicious muscles I’d been dreaming of.
“If you start undressing me now, this show is going to be over a lot quicker than I anticipated.”
His eyes met mine, his sexy grin making my belly swarm with butterflies. He swiped his thumb across his jawline as my hands were frozen across his bare waist.
“There are just things—” I said, trying to explain.
