Page 81 of The Mistakes I've Made
Obviously, he had.
Because, for him, it probably hadn’t been nearly as long.
What if I was just a notch on a very crowded bedpost for him? Was I okay with that?
He could sense my shift, crawling beside me, and he pushed back a piece of my hair. “Did this just become too real?” he asked.
“No,” I lied. “I just—”
His brows rose, his eyes giving a look that said he could see through all the bullshit I had tried to push his way.
I let out a sigh. “It’s been a while since I—”
“You don’t have to explain yourself,” he said.
“No, I want to,” I said, trying to find the right words. “I don’t do one-night stands, and I don’t do the casual, multiple-partner thing.”
His smile broadened. “Are you trying to say, you don’t want me to date anyone else?”
I swallowed hard. “We did say we were going to break all the rules,” I reminded him.
He kissed my forehead. “Well, that is one we can leave firmly in place.”
“Really?” I perked up.
“Really,” he confirmed, cupping my cheek. “It’s not just a vision you’re seeing in this room, Lani. When I’m with you, I feel like I can breathe…maybe for the first time in my life. I don’t want to share that with anyone.”
This time, when our lips met, it was me who reached for him and pulled him close. It was me who took the condom from his hand and tore it open, so another moment wouldn’t pass without him inside me.
Seize the moment, I’d been told.
I’d seize every damn moment I had with this man.
Starting now.
Taylor made quick work of the condom, rolling it down his impressive length. I reached up and splayed my hands over his chest as he positioned himself, rubbing his fingers over the tender, slick folds between my thighs.
Pressed possessively above me, he whispered in my ear, “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you in this moment.”
My fingers curled around his shoulders, and I cried out as our bodies became one. He filled me so completely, so absolutely, that I didn’t think I’d ever recover.
“Jesus,” Taylor breathed out. “So fucking tight.”
I knew it had been a while, but I seemed to remember that was a good thing. Especially since Taylor’s eyes seemed to be rolling back in his head a little, and his pace quickened.
That only made my eyes want to roll back in my own head.
We became an entangled mess of limbs, panting and moaning to the frantic beat of our lovemaking.
I’d thought being with Taylor would make all my fantasies come to life.
But the reality was so much more.
With him, I could envision endless fantasies, never-ending possibilities… A lifetime of pleasure.
“You feel so good,” he said, pushing my knees tight against my chest, so he could thrust deeper.
The angle sent shock waves down my spine.
