Page 79 of The Mistakes I've Made
“Things?”
“Yeah. Fantasies?”
His brow rose.
“Do you remember that day you stomped over here, all jackass-like?”
He laughed, tiny creases forming around his eyes, making his smile that much more adorable. “Not quite how I remember it, but go on.”
“You’d just finished doing something with the boats. Giving them a bath maybe? I don’t know.”
“Right,” he said with a chuckle. “We’ll go with bath.”
“Anyway, you were wet.” I bit down on my bottom lip as my gaze fell to his T-shirt. “Kind of like you are now. Only then, you didn’t have a shirt on, and I could see tiny droplets of water cascading down your chest. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to leap forward and lick each one right off your—”
His shirt went up and over his head in one fell swoop, and he dropped it to the floor without a second thought. “Show me,” he demanded.
A shudder went through me at the deep command in his voice as I took him all in. He truly was magnificent.
And he was about to make all my fantasies come to life.
But, first, I needed to level the playing field a little.
Reaching for the bottom of my own shirt, I pulled it up and over my head, my bra quickly following.
Taylor growled in appreciation, his eyes taking in every inch of the new view as I bent down and got to work. His shirt had done a good job of soaking up a decent amount of water from his skin, but I made do, running my tongue along the waistband of his jeans where that sexy V near his hip bone started. His breath hitched as I worked my way up, kissing the well-defined planes of his abdomen. Soon, his hands were in my hair, and his body shook from obvious restraint.
“Lani,” he groaned, grabbing my chin and tilting it upward. He looked desperate.
Desperate for me.
“I know I said a lot of things earlier, but if you don’t want to, if you’re not ready”—he swallowed hard and cupped my cheek—“we can stop.”
If I hadn’t started falling for him before, this right here, this would have done it.
“Can I trust you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes.” He smiled, looking deep into my eyes.
“Then, let’s break some more rules, Taylor Sutherland.”
“Thank God,” he breathed out before kissing me once more. “We need a bed.”
“What?” I asked, looking around, so consumed with lust that I thought this was as good a place as any. “Why?”
An amused smile spread across his face as his hand slid underneath me and grabbed ahold of both butt cheeks. “Because”—he gave the table a hard lean, and it creaked in response—“what I have planned for tonight is going to require something a lot sturdier than this.”
My heart fluttered. “Well, the rooms aren’t exactly in great condition.”
He gave me a look, one that basically said he’d fuck me anywhere, just point him in the right direction.
It wasn’t my heart that fluttered that time.
“But,” I replied, making his eyebrow rise, “I was playing around in one of the rooms with fabrics and such, and—”
“Where?”
“Top of the—”
