Page 15 of One Mistake

In the history of men and women, since Adam and Eve, no man ever wanted to hear those words. I was no different. I wanted to fuck. Talk was only going to get in the way of that.

“Okay.” I moved to sit beside her and kept my hands in my lap. “What’s up?” I’d been thinking about her, naked and underneath me for the last hour and a half. I already knew what was up. Kept it to myself in the interest of still having a chance with her and waited.

She blew out a breath, wiped her palms together, folded her hands then tapped her thumbs. I leaned closer to sniff her. We all had our nervous habits.

“I want you.” Although, her strained voice sounded anything but horny.

I smiled. “Good. I want you, too.”

“But we can’t.”

I nodded like I agreed then stopped, looked at her once, then again. “Wait, what?”

“I kidnapped you.”

I chuckled then covered with a cough when her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t think it would be a turn-on, but…it is.” Apparently, she didn’t agree. “Seriously. It’s hot.” This was my chance. “And that hasn’t happened for me in a while.”

“Oh, well how long has it been since someone tased you, threw you in a trunk, and cuffed you to a bed?”

Distraction was my only hope. And I needed hope. I needed her. And I wasn’t about to give up over a couple of cold feet and some second thoughts. “Happens more often than you’d think.” She huffed and turned toward the TV. I clicked the remote and cupped her cheek with my free hand so she had to look at me. “It doesn’t have to be more than what it is.”

“And what is it?” Her soft voice touched a string in my heart and I wanted to tell her how I’d never forgotten her, how sorry I was she got hurt, and that I had any part in that, how much she’d meant to me then. And now.

Instead, I smiled and lied. “It’s one night. An itch we’re going to scratch that doesn’t mean you’re writing my name in heart bubbles with those little eyes and the lashes.” I’d found the paper in a notebook I’d borrowed to copy notes from. And at the memory, she turned as dark crimson as I’d ever seen her.

“That was ten years ago.”

I grinned. “I kept the paper. Had it framed.”

There was nothing sexier in the world than her laugh. Except her laugh when she was naked. Hopefully, we’d get there soon.

“That’s okay. I have eighty copies.” She tilted her chin to look at me. “You’re welcome to another one if you want.”

“Thanks.” I waited. A range of emotions played across her face—fear, courage, desire. In the end, desire won and she leaned in, curled her fingers into the front of my shirt, and pulled me closer.

Just as we were about to make contact, she pulled the brake. “Wait.” Instead of leaving or moving, she tucked her hand into her pocket and produced the key to the lock that secured the harness. As soon as she sprung the lock, she pulled the straps away and I stepped free. I’d been trussed up for days and being able to move, to have a full range of motion, was almost as intoxicating as Reese.

She smiled and moved in again. I slid my arm around her and moved until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the mattress. I laid her down then moved next to her. The first kiss was a freefall. A whole body experience. Her lips parted and her tongue slid against mine. One of her hands tangled in my hair and the other twisted in my shirt. She threw her leg over my hip and hauled my cock closer to her pussy.

White hot desire surged through me. The intensity would send her running, so I let her take control. She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top, one leg on each side of my hips. I held her, arms straining against the desire to crush her against me. Instead, I trailed a finger up her spine under her shirt and she broke the kiss to fling it away.

I couldn’t stop looking at her. The perfection of her curves, the smooth, supple skin, the raw sensuality. Nothing gentle or hesitant. And if she’d been beautiful before—and she was—now she was exquisite. And powerful.

Once I started, really started, there was no way I would ever want to stop. And that scared me enough that I faltered, lost focus.

And she noticed. “Just scratching an itch, right?”

I nodded and kissed her again, sat up, and held her to me before I relaxed and settled in enough to cup her breast, enjoy the weight of it in my hand before I lowered my head and caught her nipple in my mouth. Nothing tasted as good as her skin. I moaned when she held my head against her. To know that she was into it made me even hotter and I wanted control of the moment. I wanted to make up for lost years. For wasted time.

Nothing meant more to me than making her happy. She arched her back in my hands and I kissed the valley between her breasts before I moved to the other nipple. I wanted to kiss her from throat to ankle, and I had a few spots I wanted to spend some time exploring, getting to know her again, but I wasn’t going to last long.

“I haven’t done this in a while.” Nor had I intended to blurt that out.

“So you said.” She lifted my shirt. “It’s okay. I’ve taken care of myself before.”

Not with me. And not helpful to my situation. “Woman.” But she was gone. Sliding down my body. Taking my nipple between her teeth, twisting until I sucked in a breath, then she let go and the relief sent blood straight to my dick. And she was still moving down. Her tongue traced my muscles while her hand found my cock, then lower and back again to my shaft. She squeezed gently then stroked and when she wrapped her lips around me and sucked me deep into her throat, I groaned and closed my eyes.

“Watch me.” Her words registered but I couldn’t do more than lie there and feel. “Watch me suck your dick, Ryder.” I looked down my body, and she stroked my cock with her hand and then her mouth.