Page 91 of One Little Mistake
He takes a finger and runs it along the collar of my Nirvana T-shirt. When he leans in, my senses short circuit. How can he smell so damn good after working his ass off like this? Inwardly, I groan because I know I cannot lift my arms without assaulting someone.
“Do you see how your body responds to me, sweetheart? The flush that crawls down your neck and disappears into your shirt? Do you recognize when your heart beats a little harder, a little faster in anticipation of what’s to come?”
His hand snakes around my neck until he’s angling my head the way he prefers. Staring into my eyes, he gives it a squeeze, and a breathy moan escapes my lips.
“You like it when I take control in the bedroom.”
It isn’t a question. Easton knows my body better than I do.
With a gentle tug, he pulls me into him, and his mouth finds its way to my ear. The hot, damp breath that caresses me as he speaks has me rubbing my thighs together. I’ve been adamant that we not be demonstrative in front of our families, but out here in the open for all to see, I’m ready to get on my knees and beg.
“Easton,” I finally croak.
“Not here, Lexi. The last fucking thing I want is for my brothers to see your perfect, sexy body. Where can we go? And do not make it far because I’m ten seconds away from burying myself so goddamn deep inside of you.”
He’s right. I do like his dirty talk. Grabbing his hand and a blanket from the garage, I drag him to the only private place I can think of.
Our boots squish and squelch in the mud on our trek through the backyard. Finally, we reach the tree line, and I peer up into the tall pines.
“You have to be fucking kidding me, Locket.”
“Come on, hurry up before someone sees us.” Throwing the blanket over my shoulder, I climb the ladder my grandfather affixed to the tree twenty years ago.
“A treehouse? You want to have sex in a treehouse?”
I debate telling him it wouldn’t be the first time, but he notices the second I pause, and he’s on the ladder behind me a second later.
“Who?”
“Who what?” I play dumb. I know he’s jealous, which is ridiculous since it was in high school.
His hand lands on my ass … hard, causing me to yelp. “Hey. Don’t do that shit. What if I fell?” I screech as I haul myself up onto the platform.
Easton is right behind me. Then he’s on me, crowding me into the wall. “I will never let you fall, Locket. Never,” he promises as he lifts my T-shirt over my head.
Like a man starved for touch, he rips my bra off and tosses it to the floor. His hands palm my breasts before catching the nipples in between his forefinger and thumbs.
“Jesus.” I’m so far gone, I don’t even know if I’m vocalizing my thoughts. When his teeth graze my hardened peak, I gasp.
“I love the noises you make. I love it when you gasp in surprise.” His hands roam lower until he’s cradling my ass. “I love the moan that escapes when I enter you.”
Lowering my gaze, I watch as he undoes the button on my jeans and slowly lowers the zipper. He bends to help me step out of them, and I hold my breath. Just when I think he’s going to stand, he lunges and sticks his entire face into my sex. He inhales deeply, and I’m mortified. I’ve been sweating my ass off all day.I should have showered. Why didn’t I shower?
My thoughts are interrupted when Easton lowers my panties and laps at my entrance.
“Jesus, I love how you smell, but I’ll never get enough of your taste.”
My knees buckle at his admission, and he pulls away. I can’t hide my whimpered protest.
On his knees before me, he grins. “Don’t worry, Lex. We’re just getting started.”
Chapter 35
Easton
“On your hands and knees.” My command spurs her into action, and she complies in seconds. “I know I said I would never take from you, Lexi, but I think you want me to take control right now. Am I right?”
Turning her head, she finds me over her shoulder, and I notice she’s worrying her bottom lip.Did I misread this?Fuck.
