Page 82 of The Mistakes I've Made
“Oh, yes!” I cried out, feeling almost feverish from the frenzied pace he’d set.
Sweat dripped down our bodies as he drove me closer to climax. I could feel it coming, like a freight train, ready to consume us both.
My skin prickled, my belly tightened, and my breath caught.
And then bliss.
Pure, unequivocal bliss.
There was no other word to describe the way I felt when that orgasm exploded through my entire body. My core tightened as endless waves of pleasures passed over me. I felt Taylor buck, his body going rigid as his fingers weaved into my hair, and he gave in to his own earth-shattering finale.
“That was…” he breathed out, his forehead resting against mine, our bodies still joined.
“I know,” I said before adding, “I hope you have a couple more condoms in that wallet of yours.”
He pulled back, a smug grin written all over his face. “Just a couple?”
A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth. “You might need to go back to your place for reinforcements.”
A passionate kiss fell upon my lips.
“Now, that’s what I’m talking about.”
I was in for a late night, and I’d never been happier to pass up sleep.
Exciting new things?
Check, check andcheck.
Iawoke the next morning, the familiar salty sea air gently waking me from the best night’s sleep I’d had in years. Opening my eyes, I reached for her, a gesture that felt almost second nature even though I’d never done so before this moment.
But Lani wasn’t there.
Sitting up, I found myself alone in the messy bed we’d made our own last night, making love into the wee hours of the morning until we fell into each other’s arms, exhausted, achy, and sated.
But, now, I felt the pull again, the desire.
The hunger.
Searching the room, it didn’t take me long to locate her. Standing just outside on the balcony, dressed in my T-shirt that nearly came down to her knees, she scanned the water as if she were in desperate need of answers this morning.
Rising, I immediately went to her.
She must have felt my presence because, the second my arms wrapped around her waist, she seemed to melt into me. Her head turned, and I kissed her temple, such an intimate gesture but one I felt she needed.
“You okay?” I asked, sensing turmoil buried deep inside her, like her mind and emotions were mirroring the choppy waves below.
She turned in my arms, and I saw a glint of something in her eyes.
Sadness perhaps?
But it was gone and replaced before I had the chance to decipher it.
“Yep,” she answered, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Just tired.”
I couldn’t resist that smile. “Tired, huh?” I said, pushing her back against the railing of the balcony. “Why is that, Lani?”
Her cheeks reddened. “You know why.”
