Page 94 of The Mistakes I've Made
Fuck you?
Love you?
My heart beat wildly as he pushed me back against the mattress.
Surely, he hadn’t meant that.
We had less than five weeks.
He didn’t give me much time to consider it as his hands found the thin straps of my dress and made quick work of sliding them off my shoulders, allowing him to pull my dress the rest of the way off. His gaze grew heavy as he looked down at the lace bra I wore beneath.
“Jesus,” he swore. “I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of this view.”
Reaching up, I removed his collared shirt, working the buttons, one by one, until I could run my hands all over that chiseled chest of his. Smiling to myself, I replied, “I totally agree.”
Trying hard to keep his word, to make me forget, he took his time, kissing every inch of skin as he made his way down, removing my bra and panties.
It worked.
By the time he was slipping my lace thong down my calves, I was delirious; so drunk on him that I couldn’t think about anything but how good it would feel to have him again.
And again.
Over and over until I couldn’t move from the sheer pleasure of our lovemaking.
I watched as he got naked, licking my lips as his pants fell to the floor, knowing every inch of that manly body would be all over me in seconds.
“When you look at me like that, naked and ready for me,” he said, shaking his head, a cocky grin stretched across his face, “it just might be the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”
Knowing I was taunting him but not caring in the least, I spread my legs, giving him a view I knew he couldn’t refuse.
It was like watching a lion on the hunt. I was his prey, and I’d just been captured.
Willingly.
Our mouths fused together as his hands pulled us close.
Before I knew it, he was in me. Filling me. Claiming me. Making me his.
“Taylor, yes!” I cried out.
This was magic. This was paradise.
This was exactly what I’d been missing in my life.
Him, me.
Us.
Grabbing my waist, he suddenly flipped us, so I was on top. I loved this position. It gave me power, and as I moved, riding his cock, I felt beautiful, sexy, and daring.
And I could see in his eyes as he watched me that he agreed.
Our hands joined then as he leaned up to kiss me. Chest-to-chest, body-to-body, soul-to-soul, we made love.
And I forgot.
I forgot about my shitty childhood and all the loss I’d felt.
