Page 20 of The Sweetest Mistake

He’d let her look, but now he sounded impatient when he said, “Your turn.”

Julia wasn’t hard-packed like him, but she took care of herself, and she was proud of her curvy figure. She’d expected to feel nervous about getting naked with someone she didn’t know that well, but for some reason, she wasn’t. The way Connor looked at her when she was fully dressed gave her the confidence she needed to undress before him.

Treating him to the same kind of show he’d given her, she began unbuttoning her shirt and then slipped it off her shoulders. As she was pulling her cami over her head, she heard his sharp intake of breath, and she smiled.

“Damn, woman,” he said, zeroing in on her ample cleavage. “Didn’t realize you were so…stacked.”

Smiling some more, she reached around her back and unclasped her bra, and then she slowly slid down the straps to reveal her full breasts.

Connor took a step forward, looking eager to touch, but she put up a palm and said, “Not yet.”

The look he gave her made her feel powerful and in control of the situation instead of the other way around. She wondered for a moment if this was new to him—if he was used to being in charge.

Julia kept her eyes pinned on his as she unfastened her jeans, and hooking her fingers in her panties, she shimmied out of them. It was late fall, and the temperature had gone down considerably, but her body felt like it was burning up under his intense gaze.

And then, two seconds later, they tumbled onto the bed, hands, mouths, and tongues clashing together in a lusty battle where they were both winners.

Julia fully abandoned her cares as he explored her body, palming her breasts in his large, work-toughened hands and then replacing his hands with his mouth, sucking a nipple deep into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. They were lying on their sides, and she arched her hips forward to rub against his erection as she coiled her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in the soft hair at his nape.

In a quick move, Connor rolled onto his back, taking her with him so she straddled him. Pushing against his chest, she sat up and slid her center back and forth along his hard length while he plucked her taut nipples.

“Not gonna last if you keep doing that,” he said gruffly.

“Me neither,” she said, her voice fluttery.

Gripping her hips, he lifted her off him and bent over the edge of the bed to retrieve his jeans. While he was rolling on a condom, Julia lay on her back and waited, anxious to have him inside her. But once Connor was sheathed, he leaned over her and ran a fingertip down the center of her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“So pretty,” he said before dipping the same finger into her opening.

“Ahhh,” she moaned as he flicked her most sensitive spot.

“Good?”

“Um-hmm.”

He kept going, teasing her with one finger and then two, until she squirmed and tightened beneath him.

“Hold that thought,” he said, and then nudging her legs wider apart, he entered her, her hips tilting up to receive him.

Once he was fully rooted, there was no stopping either one of them. Holding her head in his hands and locking eyes, he rocked into her with hard, deep thrusts that had the bed groaning under their weight. Soon they came with equal intensity, each of them vocal in their enthusiasm.

Afterward, Connor rolled off her, and she tucked into his side, palm on his chest, as their breathing returned to normal. He played with a lock of her hair, twirling it around his fingers repeatedly, neither of them saying a word.

Finally, after a few more minutes of silence, Connor said, “Be right back.”

She watched him pad naked from her bed into the attached bathroom and close the door, and then she pulled a sheet up over her, suddenly cold without his body heat.

Staring up at the ceiling fan, she thought about what they’d done, but amazingly, she didn’t have any regrets. She knew what this was about—what he was about—and she was okay with it. True, it wasn’t a real relationship, and it might never be, but what was wrong with having a little fun? They were young and single, and nobody was going to get hurt as long as they were open with each other. She could handle this.

And then he padded back in and crawled under the sheet next to her. Propping himself up on an elbow, he peered down at her and said, “Regrets?”

“No.”

“Wow. Gotta say I’m a little surprised.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t expect this to happen tonight.”