Page 80 of The Mistakes I've Made
I was airborne before I even got the chance to finish my sentence.
“Taylor!” I squealed. My legs wrapped around his waist as we hastily made our way toward the room.
“You’ve been busy,” he said, a hint of wonderment in his tone the moment we crossed the threshold.
“Oh,” I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed as he took in all the work I’d done.
There were fabrics and tile samples in the corner, but the middle of the room, that was where I’d really outdone myself.
“I wanted to see what it could be,” I explained as I watched his eyes move about the room—from the four-poster bed I’d refinished in matte black to the soft white linens and the fresh plants nearby. It was by no means finished, but I could see it.
“And what do you see?” he asked, letting me slip down his legs, my feet touching the floor.
A small smile crept across my face. “I see two lovers sneaking away for a weekend. Two busy lives finally taking a few moments for themselves in this hotel. They’ll walk into this room and feel like they can breathe for maybe the first time in years.”
His eyes darkened as his fingers traced the skin down my bare shoulder. “And what will they do once they’ve taken that deep breath, Lani?”
“Maybe the man will strip off all of their clothes,” I said, feeling emboldened by this wicked game he was playing.
Obviously, he was, too, because he didn’t waste any time, taking my words at face value. He reached for the waistband of my skirt first, and I mentally high-fived myself for wearing it as his hands easily peeled it off my body.
I was left standing before him in a barely there satin thong I’d worn specifically to his house in hopes that he might see it.
We might not be at his house anymore, but, oh boy…
He saw it, and that lusty twinkle in his eyes, it made me feel like the most beautiful woman alive.
“Damn,” he swore, brushing his thumb across his bottom lip as his eyes took in every inch of me. “I kind of want to just stand here and look at you.” A mischievous smile spread across his face. “But,” he said, his hands going to his belt buckle, “I really want to find out what happens after the couple takes off their clothes.”
Oh, holy crap.
I’d never been so in love with the sound of a belt buckle hitting the ground before.
Now, it was my time to stare.
If Taylor half-naked had made my fantasies go wild, seeing him in all his glorious splendor was enough to send my brain into overdrive.
“I have so many new places I want to lick,” I found myself whispering.
He chuckled, stepping in close. “And I’m going to let you, believe me. But, first—”
He slowly lowered himself down my body as his fingers curled around the thin edge of my panties. Tender kisses scattered over my hip bone as he eased them down to the floor, revealing the sensitive flesh beneath.
On his knees now, he looked up at me, this gorgeous god of a man, and said, “What happens next? After the man strips his woman bare?”
I could barely think, my mind a lust-filled haze, so consumed with the feel of his hands sliding up my ass, his mouth so close to my core.
“He breathes life back into her,” I answered. “With his mouth, his hands, and his strong, hard body. Over and over until neither of them can ever forget what it feels like to be here, in each other’s arms.”
His eyes darkened once more, and a tiny squeak escaped my lips when he popped up with me in his arms. He turned, placing me on the delicate white bed next to us.
I looked up to find he’d disappeared. Concerned, I rose up, only to find him wrestling with something in his pants pocket.
He turned to find me giving him an amused expression. “Condom,” he explained, holding the little foil packet up between two fingers.
My cheeks reddened. “Oh.”
It had been so long, I was ashamed to admit that I hadn’t even thought of that particular part of the puzzle.
